Testi Soundtracks :: T

Now I'm a feller with a heart of gold

And the ways of a gentleman I've been told

The kind of guy that wouldn't even harm a flea

But if me and a certain character met

The guy that invented the cigarette

I'd murder that son-of-a-gun in the first degree



It ain't cuz I don't smoke myself

And I don't reckon that it'll harm your health

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 gotta stop while they have a cigarette



Smoke, smoke, smoke that cigarette

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

Tell St. Peter at the Golden Gate

That you hate to make him wait

But you just gotta have another cigarette



Now in a game of chance the other night

Old Dame Fortune was a-doin' me right

The kings and the queens just kept on comin' round



And I got a full and I bet 'em high

But my bluff didn't work on a certain guy

He just kept on raisin' and layin' that money down



Now he'd raise me and I'd raise him

I sweated blood, gotta sink or swim

He finally called and didn't even raise the bet



So I said "aces full Pops how 'bout you?"

He said "I'll tell you in a minute or two

But right now, I gotta have me a cigarette"



Smoke, smoke, smoke that cigarette

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

Tell St. Peter at the Golden Gate

That you hates to make him wait

But you just gotta have another cigarette



(Ah, smoke it! Hah! Yes! Yes! Yes!)



The other night I had a date

With the cutest little girl in the United States

A high-bred, uptown, fancy little dame



She loved me and it seemed to me

That things were 'bout like they oughta be

So hand in hand we strolled down lover's lane



She was oh so far from a cake of ice

And our smoochin' party was goin' nice

So help me cats I believe I'd be there yet



But I give her a kiss and a little squeeze

And she said, "ah, Marty, excuse me please

I just gotta have me another, cigarette"



And she said, smoke, smoke, smoke that cigarette

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

Tell St. Peter at the Golden Gate

That you hate to make him wait

But you just gotta have another cigarette.