Now Im a fellow with a heart of gold
With the ways of a gentleman Ive been told
A kind of a fellow that wouldnt even harm a flea
But if me and a certain character met
That guy that invented the cigarette
Id murder that son of a gun in the first degree
That aint that I dont smoke myself
And I dont reckon theyll injure your health
Ive smoked em all my life and I aint dead yet
But nicotine slaves are all the same
At a pheasant party or a poker game
Everythings 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 wasnt 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 didnt work on a certain guy
He just kept a risin and a layin that money down
Hes raise me and Id raise him
I sweated blood I had to sink or swim
He finally called and he didnt raise the bet
I said aces is full pal how about you?
He said Ill 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 Gate
That you hate to make him wait
But you just gotta have another cigarette
The other night I had a date with
The cutest gal in the fifty states
A high bred uptown social little dame
She said she loved me and it seemed to me
That things were like they ought a be
So hand in hand we strolled down Lovers 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 Id of 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
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
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
Just gotta have another cigarette