The air is filled with reeking smoke br It's just enough to make ye boak br br But when the law forbids the habit, br Why stand outside br you'll just be crabbit br br So why not try and kick the habit br You'll wonder why you ever had it br br Your lungs will clear by next New year br The thought of it should make you cheer br br So settle down and have a beer br And all the best for this New yearbr br Colin Johnstonbr br