on a Friday for breakfast.
There are only seven tables,
and smokers at the tables on a Friday.
Now you may think I'm joking,
don't notice if you're choking
There's this one fella, Andy,
I asked him quite politely,
in fact, I asked him nicely,
Would you mind not smokin' on a Friday?
Don't like it when I'm eatin',
don't like it when I'm breathin',
Don't like it anywhere or any day.
He told me, it's a habit,
And you choose to come here on a Friday.
So you're the problem, not me,
And if I choose to rot, me,
You've got no right to stop me,
Democracy and all that, it's a free world,
Let's say fair and all that,
And if industry can do it, so can I.
The smokers cheered him loudly,
As for me, I looked around me for a friend.
I thought of world pollution,
But I paid my bill and left.
I thought of Mother Jones,
I thought of Rosa Parks Sojourner
It's them I have to thank
Guerrilla folks have taught me
If freedom you are wanting
If head -on fights are daunting,
On Tuesday leeks and lentils
I tell you I'm not jokin',
by Thursday I was floatin'
But I'm ready for the smokin'
He lit up, I let off a beauty
and chatted with the waiter
And let my compost maker do its duty
Sweet corn is for density
The recipe's been tested,
it hasn't yet been bested
the atmosphere is mellow,
the percussion section's way over the top.
It soon put Andy's flag out,
and you choose to come here on a Friday.
And if you don't like it,
I guess you'll have to hike it
Cause I'll fight for farters'
It's a free world, selfishness and all that
And if Andy can do it, so can I
He changed his day to Thursday
I changed my day to Thursday
The waitress, she was cheering,
her bronchitis, it was clearing,
and she was volunteering for the
I like Mrs. Bridges, I go to Mrs. Bridges,
I breathe in Mrs. Bridges on a
there are only seven tables.
and no smokers at the tables any day.
crude comedy and all that.