Wacky, tobaccy, makes me feel so nice

Wacky, tobaccy, it makes everything right

I got a habit of it

But it's too late to quit

Gotta kick this habit of it

Shit

Wacky, tobaccy, makes me feel so good

Wacky, tobaccy, oh, I know I should not

Make a habit of it

But it's too late to quit

Gotta kick this habit of it

Shit

A swan appeared and I took a deep breath

As the swan sang to me the song of my death

I started to cry as the bird sang its song

It taught me the words and I sang along (wacky)

You see all through time and all over the earth

And it showed me my life from my death to my birth

And it taught me the truth, and told me a secret

One it said it was so sacred no man could speak it