COPD the doctor said
Is what you've gone and got.
Good grief says he, that's it then,
I've had my flipping lot.
He went back home and had a weep
Then telephoned his mate.
I've given up smoking fags he said
But I've left it far too late.
Don't worry so much, it's not that bad
Is what his good mate said.
Before that problem sees you off
Old age will see you dead.
And so it was as time went by
He did as he was told.
He took the pills and huffed and puffed.
And gradually got old.
He'd realised that it wasn't that bad,
He should not have made a fuss.
Cos on his way back home one night
He was run over by a bus.