" I Lost My Gaulois"

I lost my Gaulois, fell though a hole in the floor, I lost my gaulois fell through a hole in the floor, Goodbye Gaulois aint got no Gaulois no more.

French ciggarette, hanging out of my mouth, Cool cigarette, hanging out of my mouth, I went to light it French cigarette was heading south.

I lost my Gaulois, fell through a hole in the floor, I lost my Gaulois, goodbye Gauulois mon amour.

Now Mr Blair he say 'no lighting ciggies in pubs', Mr Blair he say no lighting ciggies in pubs, No lighting ciggies with my pinta that's the rub.

My simple pleasure banished by the nanny state, If fags don't get me the NHS will seal my fate.

WE want to carry on smoking in pubs
We want to carry on smoking in pubs