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アーティスト:Christine Lavin  アルバム:Happydance Of The Xenophobe 

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It's three degrees Fahrenheit The snow is falling down People are huddled in doorways All over this town Stamping their feet to keep warm Blowing on their hands It's sad to see this misery In such a wealthy land Thee land In such a wealthy land Some speak English, some speak French Some Spanish and Japanese (Arigato!) They have more in common Than a shiverin' in their knees All of them are slave to The demon cigarette This song is about people who smoke If you haven't figured that out yet Smokers are the new street people You see where'er you go Coughing hacking lighting up In the wind, in the rain, in the snow In the fog, in the hail, in the dust and the heat Dirtying our city streets Cigarette smokers have become The uptown equivalent of the Bowery Bum Bum bum bum bum bum bum bum bum Now I can hear you smokers getting mad at me But come on! We've tried everything to get you to quit We've begged we've pleaded We've read you gruesome statistics And still you smoke! Now we're trying a new tactic: Embarrassing you into quitting Think of this song as tough love Tough love It's only a matter of time before Street vendors get wise It's hard enough selling hot dogs Now this smoke gets in their eyes (smoke gets in their eyes) And in their hair and in their lungs In their buns in their hot dog meat They'll ask the city to pass a law To ban smoking on the street The street No smoking on the street If they can't smoke on the street Or in the buildings up above


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