Now I'm a
fellow with a heart of gold
Of 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
I mean the guy who
invented the cigarette
Why, 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, they'll
harm your health
But I've smoked them 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 that cigarette
Smoke, smoke,
smoke that cigarette
Tell St. Peter at the Golden Gate
That she hates to make him wait
But you gotta have another
cigarette
Gotta have another
Now, we ain't a game of
chance the other night
Oh, dang fortune wasn't doin' me right
The kings and the queens
just kept on comin' round
Well, I played him hard and I let him high
But I bluffed, didn't work on a certain guy
He kept on raisin' and layin'
his money down
He'd raise me and I'd raise him
I sweated blood, I gotta sink or swim
He fi nally called and didn't raise the bet
I said, Ace is full, pal, how about 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
Pop, pop, pop,
and maybe smoke yourself to death
Tell St. Peter at the Golden Gate
that you hate to make him wait,
but you gotta have another cigarette.
What happened?
Now the other night
I had a date with the cutest little girl in 50 states,
a high -brown, uptown, fancy little lady.
She said she loved me,
and it seemed to me
that things were going about
as they ought to be,
and hand in hand we walked
down Lovers Lane.
She was also part of a cake device,
a smoochin' party was a -goin' nice
She helped me, Hannah,
I think I'd have been named yet
I gave her a kiss and a little squeeze,
and she said, Oh, Sam, excuse me, please,
but I just gotta have another cigarette
Well, smoke, smoke, smoke that cigarette
Smoke, smoke, smoke it
if you're smokin' yourself a cigarette
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
Dean Martin
