Текст песни Smoke! Smoke! Smoke! (That Cigarette) (1964) - Bobby "Boris" Pickett

Now I am a fellow with a heart of gold
And the ways of a gentleman I've been told
The kind of a person who wouldn't harm a flea
But if me and a certain character met
The man that created the cigarette
I'd murder the so and so in the first degree

Not because I don't smoke myself
And I don't suppose they'll harm my health
I've smoked all my life and I'm not dead yet
(Not yet but it won't be long)
But you nicotine slaves look a little more pale
Each time you light up a coffin nail
Go ahead, have another cigarette

(Smoke smoke smoke that cigarette)
Go on, take a puff
(Puff, puff, puff
And If you puff yourself to death)
Tell St Peter at the Golden Gate
That you hate to make him wait
But you just got to have another cigarette

The other night I had a date
With the cutest little ghoul in the fifty states
A high bred uptown fancy graveyard catch
But I gave her a kiss and a little squeeze
And she said "Boris excuse me please
But I just got to have another cigarette"

(Smoke smoke smoke that cigarette)
Dig your own grave
(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 got to have another cigarette

Igor is a chain smoker
Look where it got him

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