Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Smoking, artist - Bill Hicks. Album song The Essential Collection, in the genre
Date of issue: 23.04.2015
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Comedy Dynamics
Song language: English
Smoking |
So what else, folks? |
I smoke. |
If this bothers anyone, I recommend you looking around at the world in which we live and... shuttin' your fuckin' mouth. |
Either that or suffer a facial burn, your choice. |
After all, this is America, land of freedom, so you have that option ahead of you. |
I now realize I smoke for simply one reason, and that is spite. |
I hate you non-smokers with all of my little black fuckin' heart. |
You obnoxious, self-righteous, whinin' little fucks. |
My biggest fear if I quit smoking is that I'll become one of you. |
Now, don't take that wrong. |
How many non-smokers do we have here tonight? |
By round of applause. |
Non-smokers. |
[a significant amount of the crowd applauds] |
Good! |
'Cause I have something to tell ya. |
I do! |
I have something to tell you non-smokers and this is for you and you only, because I know for a fact that you don't know this. |
And I feel it's my duty to pass on information at all times so that we can all learn, evolve and get the fuck off this planet. |
Non-smokers, this is for you and you only. |
Ready? |
Non-smokers die... every day. |
Sleep tight. |
You see, I know you entertain some type of eternal life fantasy because you do not smoke cigarettes. |
May I be the first to... [pop!] pop that little fuckin' bubble of yours and send you hurtling back to the truth? |
You're dead, too. |
Ahahahahahahahaha! |
Ha! |
Ha! |
Have a good evening. |
A-ha! |
And you know what doctors say: "Shit, if only you'd smoked, we'd have the technology to help you! |
It's the people dyin' from nothing that are screwed." |
I got all sorts of neat gadgets waiting for me, man. |
Oxygen tent, iron lung... it's like going to Sharper Image! |
Major rationalizations. |
[laughs] |
We live in such a weird culture, man. |
Does anyone remember this? |
When Yul Brynner died and came out with that commercial after he was dead? |
"I'm Yul Brynner and I'm dead now." |
What the fuck's this guy selling? |
I'm all ears! |
"I'm Yul Brynner and I'm dead now 'cause I smoked cigarettes." |
Okay, pretty scary. |
But they could've done that with anyone. |
They could've done it with that Jim Fixx guy, too, remember that guy? |
That health nut who died while jogging? |
Well, I don't remember seeing his commercial! |
"I'm Jim Fixx and I'm dead now. |
And I don't know what the fuck happened. |
I jogged every day, ate nothing but tofu, swam 500 laps every morning. |
I'm dead. |
Yul Brynner drank, smoked and got laid every night of his life. |
He's dead. |
[beat] |
Shit!" |
Yul Brynner smokin', drinkin', girls are sittin' on his cueball noggin every night of his life! |
I'm runnin' around a Dewey Track at dawn. |
And we're both fuckin' dead. |
Yul used to pass me on his way home in the morning! |
Big long limousine. |
Two girls blowin' him! |
Cigarette in one hand, drink in the other! |
One day that life's gonna get to you, Yul!" |
[mimes fatal heart attack] |
Thhhhhhhhhey're both dead. |
Yeah, but what a healthy-looking corpse you were, Jim. |
Look at the hamstrings on that corpse! |
Look at the sloppy grin on Yul's corpse! |
Yul Brynner lived his life. |
Sure, he died a 78-pound stick figure, okay? |
There are certain drawbacks. |
[laughs] |
Oh, man. |
People'll say the stupidest things sometimes, too. |
"Hey man, you quit smoking, you'll get your sense of smell back." |
I live in New York City, I got news for you: I don't want my fuckin' sense of smell back. |
[sniffs] |
"Is that urine?" |
[sniffs] |
"I think I smell a dead guy. Honey, look! A dead guy!" |
[sniffs] "Covered in urine. Check this out!" |
[sniffs] "Someone just peed on this guy. That's fresh! |
Just think, if I'd been smoking, I never would've found him!" |
[sniffs] "A urine-covered dead fella. What are the odds? |
Thank God I quit smoking, now I can enjoy the wonders of New York, honey! |
Look!" |
[sniffs, exhales proudly] |
I'm Bill Hicks and I'm dead now... because I smoked cigarettes. |
Cigarettes didn't kill me, a bunch of non-smokers kicked the shit out of me one night. |
I tried to run, they had more energy than I. |
I tried to hide, they heard me wheezing. |
Many of them smelled me. |
[sniffing] "There he is, get him!" |
[loud wheezing] |
"Oh, he's hardly fuckin' moving. This is pathetic!" |
[wheezing] |
"Look, he's still trying to get away! He's like a roach! |
Step on him!" |
[wheezing] |
"Squash him!" |
[wheezing] |
"Let's kill him and pee on him." |
"Yeah!" |
"Aaaah!" |
[he laughs] |
"Aaaah!" |
[sound of tundra fades in as Hicks fades out] |