Letras
Now I'm a fellow with a heart of gold
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
The guy that invented this cigarette
I'm gonna murder that son-of-a-gun in the first degree
Not that I don't smoke myself
And I don't reckon they'll harm your health
I've smoked all my life and I ain't dead yet
But nicotine slaves are all the same
At a pettin' party or a poker game
Everything's gotta stop while they smoke a cigarette
They gotta smoke that cigarette
Yeah, they gotta puff it and puff it
Until they puff themselves to death
Tell St. Peter at the Golden Gate
You hate to make him wait
But you've just got to have another cigarette
In a game of chance the other night
Old Dame Fortune was doing me right
Them kings and queens just kept on dropping 'round
I played 'em hard and I bet 'em high
But my bluff didn't work on a certain guy
He kept on raising and laying that cabbage in
He'd raise me and I'd raise him
Started to sweat, I had to sink or swim
He finally called, but didn't raise the bet
I said "Aces full, pal, how about you?"
He said, "I'm gonna tell you in a minute or two, Philly
But right now I'm gonna have another drag off my Gaspar"
Smoke, smoke, smoke that cigarette
Yeah, had to puff it and puff it and puff it
Until he puffed himself to death
Tell St. Peter at the Golden Gate
I don't wanna make you wait
I've got to have another cigarette
The other night I had a date
With the cutest little gal in fifty-two states
A high-bred, uptown, fancy little date
I know that she loved me
And things were about like they ought to be
So hand in hand we took off down Lovers' Lane
She was oh, so far from Cape Devine
Sour Smoochin' Party was going
And so help me, hon, I think I'd have been there yet
Ooh, I give her that hug and a little squeeze
And she said, "Phils, excuse me, please
But right here I gotta have a fillter, daddy"
Ooh, smoke that cigarette
Hey, puff it, puff it, puff it
Until you've puffed yourself to death
Tell St. Peter at the Golden Gate
I hate to make you wait
But I just gots to have another cigarette
That's coffee, mama, yeah