The lightning bug is brilliant,
But he hasn’t any mind;
It wanders through creation
With its headlight on behind.
Tobacco is a dirty weed—
I like it.
It satisfies no moral need—
I like it.
It makes you fat, it makes you lean,
The lightning bug is brilliant,
But he hasn’t any mind;
It wanders through creation
With its headlight on behind.
Tobacco is a dirty weed—
I like it.
It satisfies no moral need—
I like it.
It makes you fat, it makes you lean,