Smoke! Smoke! Smoke! (That Cigarette)

Lyrics

(Ah!) [Verse 1] Now I'm a feller with a heart of gold And the ways of a gentleman, I've been told The kind of a feller that wouldn't even harm a flea But if me and a certain character met That guy that invented the cigarette Well, I'd murder that son-of-a-gun in the first degree Now it ain't cause that I don't smoke myself And I don't reckon that they hinder your health You know, I been smokin' all of my life And I ain't dead yet But nicotine slaves are all the same At a pettin' party or a poker game Everything gotta stop while they have that cigarette [Chorus: Ray Benson, Band] Smoke Smoke Smoke that cigarette! Puff Puff Puff and if you puff yourself to death Tell St. Peter at the Golden Gate That you just hates to make him wait But you've got to have another cigarette (Ah yeah, gimme a couple of packs, uh yeah, thank ya) (Give the accordion player a cigarette, would you?) [Verse 2] Now in a game of chance the other night Ol' Dame Fortune was a-doin' me right You know those kings and queens They just kept on a-comin' around Then I got a full and I bet it high But my bluff didn't work on a certain guy He just kept on a-raisin' and a-layin' that money down Now he'd raise me and I'd raise him I sweated blood, I gotta sink or swim And we finally called and then he didn't raise the bet I said "Aces full pal, how about you?" He said "I'll tell you in a minute or two But right now I gotta have a cigarette" [Chorus: Ray Benson, Band] Smoke Smoke Smoke that cigarette! Puff Puff Puff and if you puff yourself to death Tell St. Peter at the Golden Gate That you just hate to make him wait But you've got to have another cigarette (Oh, give me a cigar then) (Yeah, good cigar, thank ya) [Verse 3] The other night, I had a date With the cutest little gal in all the States A high-bred, up town, fancy little dame Now she said she loved me and it seemed to me That things were just like they ought to 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, I think I'd a-been there yet But I give her a kiss and a little squeeze And she said "Uh, Ray excuse me please But I just gotta have another cigarette" [Chorus: Ray Benson, Band] Smoke Smoke Smoke that cigarette! Puff Puff Puff and if you puff yourself to death Tell St. Peter at the Golden Gate That you just hate to make him wait But you've got to have another cigarette You've gotta have another cigarette (*cough* Which way is the.. The smokin' section? I gotta have another cigarette before I go back in there and sing this song, ya know? *cough*)