Smoke, Smoke, Smoke (That Cigarette)

Three, four Now I'm a fella with a heart of gold And the ways of a gentleman, I've been told The kind of guy that wouldn't even harm a flea But if me and a certain character met I mean the guy who invented the cigarette Well, I'd murder that son of a gun in the first degree Now it's not 'cause I don't smoke myself And I've read the thing it'll harm your health But I've smoked all my life and I ain't dead yet But nicotine slaves are all the same At a petting party or a poker game Everything must stop while they have a 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 gotta have another cigarette (gotta have another) Now in a game of chance the other night Old dame fortune was a doing me right The kings and the queens just kept on coming 'round Well, I played 'em hard and I let 'em high But my bluff didn't work on a certain guy He kept on raising and laying his money down Now he'd raise me and I'd raise him I sweated blood, gotta sink or swim He finally called and didn't raise the bet I said, "Aces full pal, how 'bout you?" He said "I'll tell you in a minute or two But right now, I gotta have a cigarette" Oh, 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 gotta have another cigarette (gotta have another) Now the other night I had a date With the cutest little girl in 50 states A high browned up, kind of fancy little lady She said loved me and it seemed to me That, that things were going 'bout as they oughta be So hand in hand we walked down lover's lane She was, oh, so far from a cake of ice And our smooching party was going nice Help me Hannah, I think I'd have been there yet I give her a kiss and a little squeeze And she said, "Oh Sam, excuse me please But I just gotta have another cigarette" Oh smoke, smoke, smoke that cigarette Smoke, smoke, smoke and if you smoke yourself to death Tell St. Peter at the Golden Gate that you hate to make him wait But you gotta have another cigarette You gotta have another cigarette And the next time, don't bring no filters