Smoke, Smoke, Smoke That Cigarette!

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 harm your health

I've 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

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

Old Dame Fortune was doin' me right

Them kings and queens just kept on comin' round

Well I got a full and I bet it high

But my bluff 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 couldn't raise the bet

I said \"aces 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

Puff puff puff

And if you smoke yourself to death

Tell St Peter at the Golden Gateif you puff yourself

That you hate to make him wait

But you just gotta have another cigarette

The other night I had a date

With the cutest little gal in the 48 states

A highbred up-town fancy little dame

She said she loved me and it seemed to me

That things were just about 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 me hannah and I think I'd've been there yet

But I give her a kiss and a little squeeze

And she said \"Willie excuse me please

But I just gotta have another 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