Mother always has a Viceroy in her hand
And she always tells me how it tastes so grand

Every time she lights up I cough more and more
By the time she’s finished my whole chest is sore

All her smoking’s giving me the blues
My lungs just can’t take any more abuse

Each day I cough ‘til I choke
And it’s no joke
Because I’m breathing
Second hand smoke

Daddy always thinks that I am joking
When I tell him I can’t stand her smoking

Second hand tars
That comes from Daddy’s cigars
Can make me cough and gag ‘til I turn blue

I just hope and pray that these people I adore
Will come to their senses and not smoke anymore

‘Til then I’ll coax my folks to cut down their smokes
So I don’t choke and spew
So I don’t choke and spew