Hawksley Workman Jealous of Your Cigarette

No muscle man, no candy cane No pack of sexy starving wolves No money talking, moonlight walking Lady shocking, big crow cocking Those ladybugs can go to blazes Here and there go pretty faces All of this don't mess my stuffing Only one thing got me huffing I'm jealous of your cigarette And all the things you do with it I'm jealous of your cigarette And the pleasure that you get from it And not me All this time your talking no No king, no prince with gold ring pinky I suggest that we do something kinky No pilot flying private plane To smooch you on the hills of Spain No catapult to all night kisses That old thing just always misses All of this don't mess my stuffing Only one thing got me huffing I'm jealous of your cigarette And all the things you do with it I'm jealous of your cigarette And how you wanna suck on it And not me All this time your talking no All this time your talking no I'm jealous of your cigarette (Repeat X 9)