Smoke! Smoke! Smoke! That Cigarette

Now I'm a fellow with a heart of gold

And the ways of a gentleman I've been told

Kind-of-a-guy that wouldn't even harm a flea

But if me and a certain character met

The guy that invented that cigarette

I'd murder that son-of-a gun in the first degree

It ain't cuz I don't smoke 'em myself and I don't reckon that it'll hinder your health I smoked 'em all my life and I ain't dead yet

But nicotine slaves are all the same at a pettin' party or a poker game

Everything gotta stop while they have a cigarette

Smoke, smoke, smoke that cigarette

Puff, puff, puff until you smoke yourse

If to death.

Tell St. Peter at the Golden Gate

That you hate to make him wait,

But you just gotta have another cigarette.

In a game of chance the other night

Old dame fortune was good and right

The kings and queens they kept on comin' around

Aw, I was hittin' em good and bettin' 'em high

But my bluff didn't work on a certain guy

He kept callin' and layin' his money down

See, he'd raise me then I'd raise him and I'd say to him buddy ya gotta sink or swim

Finally called me but didn't raise the bet! --Hmmph!

I said Aces Full Pal -- I got you!

He said, "I'll pay up in a minute or two

But right now, I just gotta have another cigarette."

Smoke, smoke, smoke that cigarette

Puff, puff, puff until you smoke yourse

If to death.

Tell St. Peter at the Golden Gate

That you hate to make him wait,

But you just gotta have another cigarette.

Now the other night I had a date with the cutest little gal in the forty-eight states

A high-bred, uptown, fancy little dame

She said she loved me and it seemd to me

That things were sorta like they oughtta be

So hand in hand we strolled down lovers lane

She was a long way from a chunk of ice

And our pettin' party was goin' real nice

And I got an idea I might have been there yet

So I give her a kiss and a little squeeze

Then she said,

Excuse me

Please

But I just gotta have a cigarette."