Like anyone, we can be happy or be sad
But if we must make a choice - and the choice is evil -
Then we should choose to be wooden-clad,
People! People!

Hey, hey, they tell us - you’re making a mistake.
Ah come on now - you’ve seen nothing yet.
These are just beginnings, the early steps you make,
And then they offer: this or that!

Enjoy beaches, openings or steamships -
Always packed out and completely mad -
And races, shindigs and wild trips,
Or just be wooden-clad.

And maybe they’ll be happy, maybe sad,
Judge us kindly or be jesters of evil,
But they will always let us be wooden-clad
People! People!

Maybe then they’ll even offer us a tag -
Ah yes, you’ve not smoked for a while - too bad.
And you’ve still barely started life’s drag
So then they offer: this or that!

A smoke of a fag can clear the brain:
One puff - and your thoughts won’t be so bad.
I need a smoke! God, I need a drag again!
But its time to be wooden-clad.

They can be polite and sometimes even friendly:
Here’s life on a plate for you - here’s the key, pal.
But we’ll refuse - and they’ll strike back cruelly,
People! People...