Smoke Smoke Smoke

Now I'm a fella with a heart of gold

The ways of a gentleman

I've been told

The kind of a guy that wouldn't even harm a flea

But if me and a certain character met

That guy that invented that cigarette

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

Well not because I don't smoke myself

I don't reckon they'll harm your health

I've smoked all my life and I'm not dead yet

But nicotine slaves are all the same

At a pettin' party or a poker game

Everything's must stop while they smoke a cigarette

Smoke! Smoke! Smoke! that cigarette

Puff! Puff! Puff!

And if you smoke yourself to death

Tell Saint Peter at the golden gate

That you hate to make him wait

But you got to have another cigarette

Now in a game of chance the other night

Old Dame Fortune was doing me right

The kings and queens just kept on comin' round

I played 'em hard and I bet 'em high

But my bluff didn't work on a certain guy

He kept on raisin' and layin' that money down

Yeah he'd raise me, and I'd raise him

I sweated blood, gotta sink or swim;

He finally called, but he didn't raise the bet

I said aces full, pal

How 'bout you?

He said well I-I'm gonna tell you in a minute or two

But right now I got to have a cigaretteSmoke! Smoke! Smoke! that cigarette

Puff! Puff! Puff!

And if you smoke yourself to death

Tell Saint Peter at the golden gate

That you hates to make him wait

But you gotta have another cigarette

Now the other night I had a date

With the cutest little gal in the 48 states

A high bred up-town fancy little dame

She said she loved me

And it seemed to me

That things were about like they oughtta be

So Hand in hand we strolled down lover's lane

She was oh so far from a cake of ice

Our smoochin' party was going nice

So help me Hannah I think I'd've been there yet

But I'd give her a kiss and a little squeeze

And she said, "Phil, would you excuse me please

But I got to have a cigarette."

Smoke! Smoke! Smoke! that cigarette

Puff! Puff! Puff!

And if you puff yourself to death

Tell Saint Peter at the golden gate

That you hate to make him wait

But you got to have another cigarette(Pouring sounds.)

Man, that's coffee