Standard (EADGBE)

Verse 1

My name is Seymour Green

I'm an honest business man

I make First Rate Smokes

From a warehouse in my van

I've had some troubles

With the EPA

I change my company name

Every other day

I hire out workers

From Kentucky factories

Who spend their days working for

R.J. Reynolds Industries

They find me in the parking lot

When the factory whistle blows

And we roll up all the tobacco

That gets stuck between their toes

Chorus

Take off your shoes

It's time to go to work

It's 3am and we're setting up shop

Take off your socks

Start scraping those nails

If the ATF discovers us

It's GPCs from jail

Verse 2

I'm in cahoots with some Canucks

Just above the borderline

They package all my products

With cute logos and designs

I distribute to truck stops

And small town liquor stores

They buy cases of cartons

And call me up for more

Verse 3

Thrifty smokers don't mind

Where their cigarettes are from

All they really want

Is smoke and tar in their lungs

So if you ever buy a pack

Of First Rate Smokes

You know the tar won't kill you

But the smell will make you choke