作词 : Roberts, Wells
I'm all freaked out, 
I'm all tweaked out
I'm being chased by insects
And I wanna eat my cigarettes
I can't hang out, 
I'm all strung out
And I've got to grab me by the throat
And I've got to herd me like a goat
A cigarette is all you get
So hold your fire, don't light it yet
I'm all mixed up, 
I gotta fix me up
And I wanna pull my tongue out
And turn my nostrils inside out
But I'm all dried up, 
I'm all fried up
I wanna burn things now and then
If I've been talkin' to businessmen
A cigarette is all you get
So hold your fire, don't light it yet
I'm all shook up, 
I wanna get hooked up
I wanna listen to 
ElvisI wanna shake my pelvis
I wanna take the train downtown
I wanna hear some 
Junior Brown
I wanna move my groovy hips
I wanna bite my shaky lips
A cigarette is all you get
So hold your fire, don't light it yet