From the songbook
Little Brown Drug
from the Edmonton Grannies
The mate and I live all alone
In a cigarette farm we call our own.
Virginia Slims and Marlboro Man
We sell to every kid we can.
Chorus:
Cough, cough, cough, you and me
Little brown drug don’t we love thee.
Hack, hack, hack, you and me
Little brown drug don’t we love thee.
Tobacco pushers say it’s not true
That cigarettes will hu-urt you/
But we all know that’s a joke–
Puff! Your life goes up in smoke.
Chorus
They pump in double nicotine
That tastes better to a teen.
They advertise at sports events:
“Help your lungs by smoking Kents.”
Chorus
Now they’re going overseas.
They want all the world to wheeze.
Don’t care for your health or mine—
Profits are the bottom line.
Chorus