lights up a cigarette...takes a draw and sticks it between the strings at the head of the guitar

Get Started, Start a Fire by Graham Parker

The Mona Lisa's sister doesn't smile,
She tried to pose but only for a while,
Leonardo sent her home,
Since then she has lived alone,
With her few belongings and a copy,
Of a painting of herself unhappy,
She is going to burn it when she's ready.

Ah! Get started, start a fire,
Get started, start a fire.

Marilyn was lying all alone,
With an empty bottle by the phone,
Kennedy was not around,
She was cold when she was found,
But she's gone where the godesses are sleeping,
Where the molten tongues of flame are leaping,
Or where the angels' hearts are beating.

Ah! Get started, start a fire,
Get started, start a fire.

Hah!

Joan of Arc was burning at the stake,
Somebody had made a big mistake,
She had lit a cigarette,
In an airport where you get,
All your fingers taken off for smoking,
Meanwhile up the road a factory is choking,
The one's who killed her worked there, I'm not joking.

Ah! Get started, start a fire,
Get started, start a fire.

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