That sly cigarette.

Song sung in 1898 by miss. s. h. dudley for the runaway girl

And this is tiny tim trying to redo it.



If girls and boys were asked what joys

They found the most entrancing

Each boy would name his favorite game

>from sports, drink and dancing

But girls with me will all agree

Although you think i'm joking

With twinkling eye they'd make reply

The best of all is smoking.



Oh, sly cigarette

Oh, fine cigarette

Why did you teach me to love you so

When i have to pretend that i don't, you know



(repeat above chorus three times)



Oh, you poor little cigarette!

How they're stomping and crushing you today.

They're taking advantage of your small little nature

They're blaming you for cancer when you can still get

Cholesterol from butter and fat from lard and bacon

And all these meats and cheeses that are causing heart attacks and tumors

Why are they picking on you, oh sly cigarette? it's not fair, somebody has to protest!

And get back to normality again



Oh, sly cigarette

Oh, fine cigarette

Why did you teach me to love you so

When i have to pretend that i don't, you know



Oh, sly cigarette

Oh, fine cigarette

Why did you teach me to love you so

When i have to pretend that i don't, you know