Phil Harris - Smoke! Smoke! Smoke That Cigarette lyrics

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 because 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 pettin' party or a poker game Everything's must stop while they smoke a cigarette Smoke! Smoke! Smoke! that cigarette Puff! Puff! Puff! And if you smoke yourself to d**h Tell Saint Peter at the golden gate That you hate to make him wait But you got to have another cigarette Now in a game of chance the other night Old Dame Fortune was doing me right The kings and queens just kept on comin' round I played 'em hard and I bet 'em high But my bluff didn't work on a certain guy He kept on raisin' and layin' that money down Yeah 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 'bout you? He said well I-I'm gonna tell you in a minute or two But right now I got to have a cigarette Smoke! Smoke! Smoke! that cigarette Puff! Puff! Puff! And if you smoke yourself to d**h Tell Saint Peter at the golden gate That you hates to make him wait But you gotta have another cigarette Now the other night I had a date With the cutest little gal in the 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 oughtta be So Hand in hand we strolled down lover's lane She was oh so far from a cake of ice Our smoochin' party was going nice So help me Hannah I think I'd've been there yet But I'd give her a kiss and a little squeeze And she said, "Phil, would you excuse me please But I got to have a cigarette." Smoke! Smoke! Smoke! that cigarette Puff! Puff! Puff! And if you puff yourself to d**h Tell Saint Peter at the golden gate That you hate to make him wait But you got to have another cigarette (Pouring sounds.) Man, that's coffee