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Smoke, Smoke, Smoke - Phil Harris
Now I'm a fella 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
That guy that invented that cigarette
I'd murder that son of a gun in the first degree
Well not 'cause I don't smoke myself
I don't reckon they'll harm your health
I've smoked all my life and I'm not dead yet
But nicotine slaves are all the same
At a petting party or a poker game
Everything must stop while they smoke a cigarette
Smoke smoke smoke that cigarette
Puff puff puff
And if you smoke yourself to death
Tell saint peter at the golden gate
That you hate to make him wait
But you got to have another cigarette
In a game of chance the other night
Old dame fortune was doing me right
The kings and queens just kept on coming round
I played em hard and I played em high
But my bluff didn't work on a certain guy
He kept on raising and laying that money down
He'd raise me and I'd raise him
I sweated blood gotta sink or swim
He finally called but 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
Right now I got to have a cigarette
Smoke smoke smoke that cigarette
Puff puff puff
And if you smoke yourself to death
Tell saint peter at the golden gate
That you hates to make him wait
But you gotta have another cigarette
Smoke smoke smoke
Puff puff puff
Now the other night I had a date
With the cutest little gal in 48 states
A high bred up-town fancy little dame
She said she loved me and it seemed to me
That things were about like they ought to be
So hand in hand we strolled down lover's lane
She was oh so far from a cake of ice
Our smooching party was going nice
So help me Hannah I think I'd have been there yet
But I'd give her a kiss and a little squeeze
And she said Phil excuse me please
But I've got to have another cigarette
Smoke smoke smoke that cigarette
Puff puff puff
And if you puff yourself to death
Tell saint peter at the golden gate
That you hate to make him wait
But you got to have another cigarette
Smoke smoke smoke
Oh saint peter I sure hate to keep you holding that gate open
But I've just got to have another drag of this cigarette
Mm this petty thing
Mm
Mm
