Now I'm a fellow with a heart of gold With the ways of a gentleman, I've been told A kind of a fellow that wouldn't even harm a flea But if me and a certain character met That guy that invented the cigarette
I'd murder that son of a gun in the first degree That ain't that I don't smoke myself And I don't reckon they'll injure your health I've smoked 'em all my life and I ain't dead yet
But nicotine slaves are all the same At a pheasant party or a poker game Everythin's gotta stop When they have that cigarette
Smoke, smoke, smoke that cigarette Puff, puff, puff and if you smoke yourself to death Tell St. Peter at the Golden Gate that you hate to make him wait But you just gotta have another cigarette
Now at a game of chance the other night Ol' Dame Forson wasn't doin' me right Them kings and queens just kept on comin' round Well, I got a full and I bet it high But my plug didn't work on a certain guy
He just kept a risin' and a layin' that money down He's raise me and I'd raise him I sweated blood I had to sink or swim He finally called and he didn't raise the bet
I said, "Ace is full pal, how about you?" He said, "I'll tell you in a minute or two But I just gotta have another cigarette" Smoke, smoke, smoke that cigarette
The other night I had a date with the cutest gal in the fifty states A highbred uptown social little dame She said she loved me and it seemed to me That things were like they oughta be
So hand in hand we strolled down Lover's Lane She was oh so far from a chunk of ice And our smoochin' party was a goin' real nice So help and I think I'd've been there yet But I give her a hug and a little squeeze And she said, "Willie, excuse me please"
But I just gotta have another cigarette Smoke, smoke, smoke that cigarette Smoke, smoke, smoke that cigarette Just gotta have another cigaretteTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
