Dewey Kincade

Lyrics

Comes walkin' down the street,
Wearin' an Italian suit,
Steppin' in a stretch limo,
Got lawyers all around him,
Politicians in his pocket,
Diggin' deep in the trenches of deception,
With his charts and demographics,
He aims his deadly weapon.

Come to Smokey Joe's and light up,
You can be the Marlboro Man,
You know you've come along way baby,
Yes you can, yes you can, yes you can,
Light up and die.

Alll across the board-room,
He's got a swat team pattin' him on the back,
For killin' kids with a cartoon,
And sellin' that corporate crack,
All the customers are chasin' him,
They're all so out of breath,
Ain't nothin' gonna stop him,
From sellin the American dream of death.

Come to Smokey Joe's and light up,
You can be the Marlboro Man,
You know you've come along way baby,
Yes you can, yes you can, yes you can,
Blame it on the man.

Bad karma's gonna find you,
Even if no earthly walls can confine you,
Well, money's not the issue- money's not the problem,
Money's not the goddamn solution to evolution,
And if there is a heaven and a hell,
You better rid yourself of that spiritual pollution.

Come to Smokey Joe's and light up,
You can be the Marlboro Man,
You know you've come along way baby,
Yes you can, yes you can, yes you can,
Blame it on the man.