I Lost a Lung

(To the tune of “I Left My Heart in San Francisco”) / Recording by David Simmons
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You’ve gone and left me breathless, so especially today
An absence from my body makes it hard to say
I’m so horribly upset and reminded evermore
I’ll not forget – how you took my breath away

I lost a lung from smoking Camels
Emphysema kills, it seems to me
You see those nicotines and tars
Leave alveolar scars
My raspy throat will often choke,
From the smoke

I’ve no respect for RJ Reynolds
And its cor—por-a-toc-rac-y
Now when I hear the name, RJ Reynolds
I only think malignancy

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