I was standing on the corner, I was smoking on the sly when along comes a grownup from the grown-up FBI He said - This ain't Marlboro country, hon Where's you get your cigarettes? You know you are too young Then up stepped three more governmental nuts who'd been laying in the gutter disguised as cigarette butts If you think I'm hating grown-ups, you've got me all wrong They're very nice people when they stay where they belong But I'm the younger generation, and your rules are giving me fixations I've got those younger generation, regurgitatin' blues Called for the sergeant. He rolled up in a hearse, and he called me a lousy no-good juvenile pervert He gave me a lecture on cancer of the lung Said - Anyone who smokes is a low down dirty bum "Don't let me catch you smoking around here again", he said and he took another drag of his own cigarette Chorus Going down the corner, I was going against the light which had just turned green, when up comes this guy Says - Don't you know that's a federal offence? Seems like kids your age just ain't got no sense Don't you know you're risking juvenile arrest? Committing suicide is punishable by death Chorus Sitting on a city park bench, Reader's Digest in my hand when down next to me sits this liberal looking man who says - You're a cute chick, I believe in being free I swung at him with my pocket book - Don't you natural around me! He took out a badge, put some handcuffs on my hands "Now you're carrying a weapon, self defense be damned" ChorusTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
