On the Planet Mars Where the Babies Smoke Cigars Songs
This is a list of songs about cigars that include lyrics, the list is divided between those in which the cigar is the main theme of the lyrics, and those which mention the cigar merely not as the chief theme. This division is not ever articulate-cut. We hope that more songs about cigars will exist written in the futurity, it might inspire us to smoke more cigar, while listening to these songs.
Pinkish FLOYD LYRICS
"Accept A Cigar"
Come in here, honey boy, have a cigar.
You lot're gonna go far, wing loftier,
You're never gonna dice, you're gonna brand information technology if yous try;they're gonna dearest you lot.
Well I've ever had a deep respect, and I mean that most sincerely.
The ring is just fantastic, that is really what I think.
Oh by the style, which one's Pink?
And did we tell you the proper noun of the game, boy
nosotros call it Riding the Gravy Railroad train.
Nosotros're only knocked out.
Nosotros heard about the sell out.
You gotta go an anthology out,
You owe it to the people. We're and then happy nosotros can inappreciably count.
Everybody else is just light-green, have y'all seen the nautical chart?
It's a helluva first, information technology could exist made into a monster
if nosotros all pull together as a team.
And did we tell you the proper name of the game, boy
we telephone call information technology Riding the Gravy Railroad train.
BRAD PAISLEY LYRICS
"The Cigar Vocal"
Well I'm a sucker for fine Cuban cigars
The problem is I can't beget 'em
But last year I went and got myself a whole box
And just to be safe I insured 'em
[Chorus]
I took out a policy against fire and theft
And and so I hurried home
With a thirty-cent lighter I sat on my dorsum steps
And I smoked 'em one by ane
Two weeks later I went to meet that insurance human being
And I handed in my merits
With a straight face I told him that through a series of small fires
They'd all gone upward in flames
[2nd Chorus]
They reviewed my case and they had no option
Only to pay me for what I'd done
And I took that bank check and bought a whole new box
And I smoked 'em one past one
2 weeks later on this detective shows up
Tells me that company'southward pressin' charges
Ane speedy trial after they locked me up
On twenty-4 separate counts of arson
[tertiary Chorus]
And now I sit down and I stare at a blank brick wall
Lookin' back on what I've done
To laissez passer the fourth dimension I've got some ten-cent cigars
And I smoke 'em one by i
Yes, I fume 'em one by 1
JETHRO TULL LYRICS
"A Small-scale Cigar"
A minor cigar can change the world
I know, I've done it frequently at parties
Where I've won all the guests' attention
With my generosity and suave gentlemanly bearing
A fiddling flat tin case is all you need
Breast-pocket conversation opener
And i of those ciggie lighters that look rather skillful
You can throw away when empty
Must exist declared a great success
My small-scale cigars all vanish within minutes
Excuse me, mine host, that I may visit
A nearby tobacconist
To replenish my supply of small cigars
And make the party swing once again
I know my clothes seem shabby
And don't fit this Hampstead soiree
Where unread copies of Rolling Stone
Well-thumbed Playboys
Decorate the hi-fi stereo record shelves
If you ask me they're on their mode
To upper-middle-class oblivion
The stupid twits, they ringlet their simply
One cigarette betwixt them
My small-scale cigar's redundant now
In the haze of smoking pleasure
Call it a solar day
Get the hell away
Get downward the buffet
For a loving cup of existent tea
By the tube station, there'south a drunk erstwhile fool
Who sells papers in the rush hour
I paw to him ten small cigars
He smiles, says, ``Son, God anoint you lot''
A small cigar
Has changed his world, my friend
A small-scale cigar
Has changed the earth again
A modest cigar . . .
MARIO VAZQUEZ LYRICS
"Cohiba"
Whoo
Im a boss so I hit her with the lilliputian caput game
I can tell she like to sense of taste sweet things
Showtime thing I met her for sense a switch go
Damn I been gone too long
She know what the business was
I told her to get at it
Took the lead promo static
Puerto Rican mix sweet tone
Only promise she was with this cat standing 6'four"
She said I ride my ain (check)
Go away (cheque)
Don't worry bout it your only another pay (check)
She said I aint gotta enquire anything I want (yet)
I said what that'due south chosen when you move information technology like (that)
She kept reiterating she had a thing for (sex)
A human being and another man she tried (yet)
So I pulled dorsum put it up some other drink
She like tell me what you think
Gotta just have another puff
[Chorus x2:]
She wanna smoke cohiba
You gotta piece of work for that
Gotta work for that
Can I smoke your cohiba
You gotta work for that
Gotta piece of work for that
She wanna smoke my cohiba
You gotta work for that
Gotta piece of work for that
Tin I smoke your cohiba
Yous gotta work for that
Gotta work for that
She told me not to think how could I hesitate
Who would honey the chance
But to requite information technology to me
I knew information technology the things I would practise to her
Simply I go on thinking me him and her
Simply the obvious told me believe her
Heard that she giving me the fever
Ho-hum up ma and boot back
While I retrieve most what im gon do with that
She said I ride my own (bank check)
Go away (bank check)
Don't worry well-nigh it
Your just another pay (check)
She said I aint gotta ask anything I want (even so)
I said well
What'due south that called when y'all move it like (that)
She kept reiterating
She had a thing for (thing for)
A man and another man she tried (she tried)
And then I pulled back put it upwardly some other drink
She similar tell me what you lot think
Got to but take another puff
[Chorus x2:]
She wanna smoke cohiba
You gotta piece of work for that
Gotta piece of work for that
Tin I smoke your cohiba
You gotta work for that
Gotta piece of work for that
She wanna fume my cohiba
Y'all gotta piece of work for that
Gotta work for that
Can I fume your cohiba
You gotta work for that
Gotta work for that
[Fat Joe:]
You lot wanna smoke my smoke my
Who else but good crack at present
Want a made back
With a lid downwardly
got coin
And we don't know how to act now
All talk puff this 'til we laissez passer out
Human being he so crazy and he my baby
And he gon pay me now
He sound crazy cuz he aint got paying
And you aint staying at present greenbacks talk
With a project
Fat in a palm and it got knocked
Cuz she palm from the Bronx
With the hardest lift
Yea definitely for the sonic kick
[Chorus x2:]
She wanna smoke cohiba
You lot gotta piece of work for that
Gotta piece of work for that
Can I fume your cohiba
You gotta piece of work for that
Gotta work for that
She wanna smoke my cohiba
You gotta work for that
Gotta work for that
Can I smoke your cohiba
You gotta piece of work for that
Gotta piece of work for that
Herman'due south Hermits lyrics
�The Man With The Cigar�
The human being with the cigar walked on up to where I was workin' this mornin'
The man with the cigar said that I was workin' besides slow
& if I didn't speed it upwardly, he'd accept to allow me get
I'1000 workin' like a canis familiaris, so why'south he e'er hangin' around me to hound me?
He's pushing me too far, & pretty soon my back is gonna break
I've taken all that I can take from the man with the cigar
[2x:]
I need this chore & I need it bad
That'south why I gotta go along myself from gettin' mad
The human being with the cigar, I promise he doesn't button me too far
Yep the man with the cigar
Yep the man with the cigar
Yeah the man with the cigar
SCABS Lyrics
�Robbin' the liquor store�
Standin' by the store at a quarter to 8
Just before opening fourth dimension
I look at my reflection gotta lose some weight
First I need a bottle of wine
Look at me at present I got a smile on my face
And a chocolate-brown paper pocketbook in my hands
This is the way that I spend my days
The bottle is my best friend
I light a cigar every bit I walk to the bar
My head is killing me
I take breath and count to iii
I for the route male child one for the road
I'yard robbin' the liquor store
1 for the road boy one for the road
I'1000 robbin' the liquor store
Jacky Jimmy Johnny I tasted them all
They're real proficient friends of mine
When we are together nosotros're havin' a ball
We have ourselves a real skilful time
I light a cigar as I walk to the bar
My head is killing me
I take a breath and count to three
One for the road boy one for the road
I'g robbin' the liquor store
Ane for the road male child one for the road
I'm robbin' the liquor shop
I noticed that I'm shaking like a leaf on a tree
It's goose egg that a drink tin't solve
I'm thinking of the person that I wanted to be
I told him not to become involved
I low-cal a cigar as I walk to the bar
My head is killing me
I take a breath and count to tree
I got the shakes boy I got the shakes
I'm robbin' the liquor shop
I got the shakes boy I got the shakes
I'chiliad robbin' the liquor store
Millencolin lyrics
�No Cigar�
Tell us where you lot're from,
what you want to become.
And nosotros'll say if you're OK.
Where did you lot go to school?
Right reply and you're absurd.
Aye, you're the kid the whole twenty-four hours.
You get a sticker in your confront.
Information nigh the case,
and then you know your potential.
Don't you recollect you can extend.
Don't you lot think you can extend, only comprehend.
Simply I don't wanna hear it,
no, it's more than I accept.
I don't care where I vest no more.
What nosotros share or not I will ignore.
Nosotros volition shut you out.
We'll put you in dubiety.
If you lot think that you lot're special.
We'll tell you who you are.
Tell you that you're shut but no cigar.
But I don't wanna hear it,
no, it's more than I accept.
'Crusade I don't care where I belong no more.
What nosotros share or not I will ignore.
And I won't waste material my time fitting in.
'Cause I don't think contrast is a sin.
What they say is...
Go dorsum, where you came from.
They'll tell you lot that, merely I don't wanna hear.
No I don't wanna hear. No I don't wanna hear it.
No, it'due south more than I have.
'Crusade I don't intendance where I belong no more than.
What we share or non I will ignore.
And I won't waste material my fourth dimension plumbing fixtures in.
'Cause I don't call up contrast is a sin.
No, it's not a sin.
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