Not every cigarette is a dead, dead thing
   Some have a mind and try to be other things
   Pushed in the pack, they crave some Virginia air
   Softly, they pray to someone, but life ain't fair
  
   They're born to lose
   They're born to fill
   The lungs of Jack
   The lungs of Jill
   And like I said
   Life just isn't fair
  
   Nicotina, Nicotina, Nicotina is her name
  
   Once in a while a cigarette has a name
   N-I-C-O-T-I-N-A, that's her name
   She had a tiny voice, and she sang all day
   She was a cigarette, but she loved to play
  
   Nicotina, Nicotina, Nicotina is her name
  
   A man with a cough
   Stepped to the machine
   Dropped coins in the slot
   The end of a dream
  
   He ripped the pack and coughed, and then coughed again
   Popped out a cigarette, and we're near the end
   She screamed and screamed but so much was filtered out
   Now Nicotina's only a tiny cloud
  
   Nicotina's gone, but life goes on though
   Nicotina's gone, but life goes on though
   Nicotina's gone, but life goes on and on and on and on and on
   Nicotina, Nicotina, Nicotina was her name