all our fathers and our mothers
Had a cigarette in one hand,
When it came to lungs and livers,
well, they just could not be bothered
and a cocktail in the other
It was the best of times,
I'd have a cigarette in one
and a cocktail in the other
Far from the eyes of mother,
her hands are sisters and her brothers
Had a cigarette in one hand
and a cocktail in the other
and a cocktail in the other
La la la, we can gather dust
La la la, what comes for us
La la la, we can gather dust
or we can get things done, oh yeah
As kids at grown -up parties,
all our fathers and our mothers
Had a cigarette in one hand
and cocktail in the other
When on my deathbed someday
I'd see you pull down the covers
There'd be a cigarette in one hand
and a cocktail in the other
and a cocktail in the other
and a cocktail in the other
