Now I'm a fellow with a heart of gold
With the ways of a gentleman I've been told
A kind of a fellow that wouldn't even harm a flea

But if me and a certain character met
That guy that invented the cigarette
I'd murder that son of a gun in the first degree

That ain't that I don't smoke myself
And I don't reckon they'll harm your health
I've smoked 'em all my life and I ain't dead yet

But nicotine slaves are all the same
At a pettin' party or a poker game
Everythin's gotta stop when they have that cigarette

Smoke smoke smoke that cigarette
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 gotta have another cigarette

Now at a game of chance the other night
Old Dame Fortune was doin' me right
Them kings and queens just kept on comin' round

Well I got a full and I bet it high
But my plug didn't work on a certain guy
He just kept a risin' and a layin' that money down

He's raise me and I'd raise him
I sweated blood I had to sink or swim
He finally called and he couldn't raise the bet

I said \"aces is full pal how about you?\"
He said \"I'll tell you in a minute or two
But I just gotta have another cigarette\"

Smoke smoke smoke that cigarette
Puff puff puff
And if you puff yourself to death
Tell St Peter at the Golden Gateif you puff yourself
That you hate to make him wait
But you just gotta have another cigarette

The other night I had a date with
with the cutest little gal in the 50 states
a highbred up-town fancy little dame

She said she loved me and it seemed to me
That things were just about like they oughta be
So hand in hand we strolled down Lover's Lane

She was oh so far from a chunk of ice
And our smoochin' party was a goin' real nice
So help me hannah and I think I'd've been there yet

But I give her a hug and a little squeeze
And she said \"Willie excuse me please
But I just gotta have another cigarette\"

Smoke smoke smoke that cigarette
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 gotta have another cigarette

Smoke smoke smoke that cigarette
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 gotta have another cigarette
Just gotta have another cigarette