Cold Turkey
Cold Turkey, Cold Turkey,
I'm not too proud to beg.
Cold Turkey, Cold Turkey.
It's cold outside and I just woke up, not a cigarette to my name,
Cold Turkey.

Last night I hit the streets just to find a cigarette,
Cold Turkey.
Mr. G is in the wings holding on to all those bucks,
Cold Turkey.
I'll be doing myself a favor if I can quit all this mess,
Cold Turkey,
Cold Turkey.

James Hawkins