paroles de chanson Smoke, Smoke, Smoke (That Cigarette) - Frank Sinatra , Dean Martin , The Rat Pack , Sammy Davis, Jr.
Now
I′m
a
fellow
with
a
heart
of
gold
With
the
ways
of
a
gentleman
I've
been
told
The
kind
of
fellow
that
wouldn′t
even
harm
a
fly
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
Cause,
it
ain't
cause
I
don′t
smoke
myself
And
I
don′t
reckon
into
your
health
I've
smoked
them
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
the
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
You've
gotta
have
another
cigarette
In
a
game
of
chance
the
other
night
Old
Dame
Fortune
was
doin′
me
right
The
kings
and
the
queens
just
kept
on
comin'
around
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
He′d
raise
me,
I'd
raise
him
I
sweated
blood,
you
gotta
sink
or
swim
He
finally
called,
didn′t
raise
the
bet
I
said
"aces
full
pal,
how
'bout
you?"
He
said
"I′ll
tell
you
in
just
a
minute
or
two
Right
now,
I
just
gotta
have
myself
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
You've
gotta
have
another
cigarette
The
other
night
I
had
me
a
date
With
the
cutest
little
gal
on
East
50
States
One
'em
high-bred,
uptown,
fancy
little
dames
She
said
she
loved
me
and
it
seemed
to
me
That
everything′s
were
like
it
oughta
be
So
hand
in
hand
we
strolled
down
lover′s
lane
She
was
oh
so
far
from
a
chunk
of
ice
Our
smoochin'
party
was
goin′
real
nice
So
help
me,
Hannah
I'm
thinking
I′ve
been
there
yet
I
give
her
a
kiss,
a
little
squeeze
She
said,
"Tex,
excuse
me
please
But
I
just
gotta
have
a
filtered
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
You've
just
gotta
have
another
cigarette
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