Smoke! Smoke! Smoke! (That Cigarette) - Commander Cody

I’m a guy with a heart of gold

The ways of a gentleman I’ve been told

The kind of guy who’d never harm a flea

Me and a certain character met

Man who invented the cigarette

I’d murder that son of a gun in first degree

It ain’t 'cause I don’t smoke myself

And I don’t figure it’ll ruin my health

I’ve been smoking 'em all my life, ain’t dead yet

But nicotine slaves are all the same

And pettin', party or a poker game

Every thing’s gotta stop while I smoke that cigarette

Smoke, smoke, smoke that cigarette

Puff, puff, puff and if you puff yourself to death

Tell Saint Peter at the golden gate

Lord, you hate to make him wait

You gotta have another cigarette

Game of chance, the other night

Old dame fortune was doing me right

The Kings and Queens kept on coming round

Now I drew a full, abetted high

My bluff didn’t work on a certain guy

Kept on betting, layin' his money down

He’d raise me and I’d raise him

Sweated blood, you gotta sink or swim

Finally called, then didn’t raise the bet

I said, «Aces full, pal, how 'bout you?»

He said, «I'll tell you in a minute or two»

Right now I’m gonna light up another cigarette

Smoke, smoke, smoke that cigarette

Puff, puff, puff and if you puff yourself to death

Tell Saint Peter at the golden gate

Oh, Lord, you hate to make him wait

You gotta have another cigarette

The other night, I had a date

With the cutest girl in the forty-eight states

Regular fancy kinda dame

Said she loved me, seemed to me Things going the way it is supposed to be Hand in hand, we was strolling down Lover’s Lane

She’s, oh, so far from a keg of ice

Our pettin' party was going nice

So help me, Hannah, I haven’t been there yet

But I gave her a hug, gave her a squeeze

She said, «Cody, excuse me please

But could I palm one of your cigarettes?»

Smoke, smoke, smoke that cigarette

Puff, puff, puff and if you puff yourself to death

Tell Saint Peter at the golden gate

Now Lord, hate to make him wait

But you gotta have one more cigarette

Life ain’t nothing but a poker game

No two hands quite the same

But I never saw a winner that didn’t bet

So if any people tryin' to quit

I ain’t gonna criticize you one bit

I’m gonna change my kind of cigarette

Smoke, smoke, smoke that cigarette

Puff, puff, puff and if you puff yourself to death

Tell Saint Peter at the golden gate

Lord you hate it to make him wait

But you gotta have one more cigarette