I like it    I don't like it

Spend you days just walking and shopping

Depending on how much you're luck is in

Spend the night-life table-hopping

And trying to keep that bag of bones in trim


I don't mind not being immortal

'Cos it ain't all that as far as I can tell

I don't mind not going to heaven

As long as they've got cigarettes

As long as they've got cigarettes in hell


And by the time we start getting used to it

The dope that's forming on the windowsill

Now we know we've got ourselves into

The cage that keeps the mice on the treadmill


I don't mind not being immortal

'Cos it ain't all that as far as I can tell

I don't mind not going to heaven

As long as they've got cigarettes

As long as they've got cigarettes in hell


I don't mind not being immortal

Because it ain't all that as far as I can tell

I don't mind not going to heaven

As long as they've got cigarettes

As long as they've got cigarettes in hell