Glass has got a molten glow,
It's ready to be blowed.
Then something unfortunate-
looking started to unfold:
Inhaled gas, thought lungs would burst,
Chest started to balloon.
Oh lord! Sucked that blowpipe again.

Started goin' gray 'round
The gills--pardon fish metapho'.
I could be passin' on
From gasified metal o'
Like Argentine; 'tain't funny,
But they're laughing, my "friends."
Down gorge, I sucked that blowpipe again.

They gave me some thorazine--
That's a faux pas, I'd say.
Suffered a lung convection--
Adrenal shot's the way.
I fell on the ground after one-leg stand;
Looks like my pants fell too.
Oh lord! Sucked that blowpipe again.

Argggg. . .on!

Oh, if I could only holler,
I'd call them "smelly skunks"
'cause they let me drift away;
Vile creeps just sat there drunk.
I almost caught the death train. . .
Hacked coughs, so I lived.

Pulled shorts, I stuck the blow pipe in "friends."
Up ports, I stuck the blow pipe in "friends."
Red hot, I stuck the blow pipe in "friends."