《Smoke, Smoke, Smoke(That Cigarette)》是Sammy Davis Jr.演唱的歌曲，收錄於專輯《Closest Of Friends (Remastered)》。
基本介紹
- 外文名：Smoke, Smoke, Smoke(That Cigarette)
- 所屬專輯：Closest Of Friends (Remastered)
- 歌曲原唱：Sammy Davis Jr.
- 發行日期：2011年11月29日
歌曲歌詞
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 death,
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
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 death,
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
Smoke! Smoke! Smoke!
If you puff
Yourself to death,
Tell Saint Peter at
The golden gate,
That you hate to
Make him wait,
But you gotta have
Another cigarette.
You gotta have
Another cigarette.
