Another Point of View
On the retirement of Jim Bacon, Tasmanian Premier, because lung cancer
I’m having one for Jim, Bill says As he lights up another smoke That cancer ailing him, it tears The stuffing from a bloke Chemo and ciggies just don’t mix And I’d lay out a grand Old Jim is busting for a fix Even if second hand From the shadow comes another voice Fags destroy lives and kill Anyone who smokes by choice Has got to be a dill Every time you suck on a fag You drive in another nail If Jim had never snuck a drag He’d still be fit and hale Stress took Jim's Dad at forty-two Bill says, and Jim is fifty-three Eleven more years breaking your taboo Sounds pretty good to me We find our saviors where we can Each has a way to cope If all else fails, a drowning man Will grasp at the hangman’s rope Jogging at last took out James Fixx But it served him well till then Chemo itself is a poisonous mix I’d rather have a fag or ten The ways that people find to endure Shouldn’t be turfed ot on a whim Let others blow wind that is pure I’ll share a smoke with Jim
I’m having one for Jim, Bill says As he lights up another smoke That cancer ailing him, it tears The stuffing from a bloke Chemo and ciggies just don’t mix And I’d lay out a grand Old Jim is busting for a fix Even if second hand From the shadow comes another voice Fags destroy lives and kill Anyone who smokes by choice Has got to be a dill Every time you suck on a fag You drive in another nail If Jim had never snuck a drag He’d still be fit and hale Stress took Jim's Dad at forty-two Bill says, and Jim is fifty-three Eleven more years breaking your taboo Sounds pretty good to me We find our saviors where we can Each has a way to cope If all else fails, a drowning man Will grasp at the hangman’s rope Jogging at last took out James Fixx But it served him well till then Chemo itself is a poisonous mix I’d rather have a fag or ten The ways that people find to endure Shouldn’t be turfed ot on a whim Let others blow wind that is pure I’ll share a smoke with Jim