The Tobacconist

There's a man in Hyde Park who's selling real cheap baccy Everyone ignores him but that doesn't stop him strutting happy Even those with fags in their hands tell him they don't smoke They're just suspicious 'cos he seems like such a nice bloke Hey baccy man my life is such a drag Give me baccy man out of your tote bag Hey baccy man I need a lighter Make me feel alright So I take up smoking just so that I can sustain him So he can keep wandering Hyde Park and no one will blame him I want his bucket hat to never feel a drop of rain And I want his gentle soul to never feel an ounce of pain Hey baccy man my life is such a drag Give me baccy man out of your tote bag Hey baccy man I need a lighter Make me feel alright My doctor doesn't like this plan She says it's unhealthy My mates say I can't afford it Since I am not wealthy But none of them understand They never do 'Cos they don't know the man in Hyde Park And all that we've been through If you're the man in Hyde Park just keep on walking Keep on selling your cheap baccy and keep on talking If you're the man in Hyde Park we love you dearly Just keep on smiling to yourself and giggling clearly Hey baccy man my life is such a drag Give me baccy man out of your tote bag Hey baccy man I need a lighter Make me feel alright Hey baccy man my life is such a drag Give me baccy man out of your tote bag Hey baccy man I need a lighter Make me feel alright You know those social smokers at parties That are like "oh I don't smoke like I look after my lungs" And then ten minutes later after they've downed some Echo Falls They're like "please can you give me a rollie" and you're like no Not me No couldn't be me