Various Artists (verzamel cd's)
Various Artists (verzamel cd's) - Smoke! Smoke! Smoke! (That Cigarette) lyrics
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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 Now it ain't 'cause I don't smoke myself I don't reckon they'll harm your health I've smoked all my life and ain't dead yet But nicotine slaves are all the same At a pettin' party or a poker game Everything's gotta 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 In a game of chance the other night Old Dame Fortune was doing me right The kings and queens just kept on comin' round Well, 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' the money down He'd raise me, and I'd raise him I sweated blood, you gotta sink or swim He finally called, and then didn't raise the bet I said, "Aces full, pal how 'bout you?" He said, "I'll tell you in a minute or two Right now I got to have 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 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 oughta be So hand in hand we strolled down lover's lane She was oh so far from a cake of ice Now our pettin' 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, "Johnny, excuse me please But I've just got to have another 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