Sat at the side of the pool at one of your houses

With wet white trousers on,

And worlds collide as the evening continues, the dignity fucks off

Her brother's gone off to the strippers to make up for all the lost time

She could have been one of the bitches, but she's actually alright.



[chorus]

Cigarette smoker

I'm sorry but we're all unsure how much you've had

But we think that you ought to maybe not have anymore



A country home, 

Even if we really tried would it cease to surprise us now

And I bet your dad would like to give us all a slap

When are ya parents back dya know?

Well I never came from no ghetto, but it wasn't nowhere near here

Well spoken girls and stilettos aren't something to fear



Cigarette smoker

I'm sorry but we're all unsure how much you've had

But we think that you ought to maybe not have anymore



Cigarette smoker

I'm sorry but we're all unsure how much you've had

But we think that you ought to maybe not have anymore



Cigarette smoker

Cigarette smoke doesn't hide as well as you think

And you think that it ought to act as the perfect disguise