Cigarettes, Cigars

Cigarettes, Cigars Composer(s): Mack Gordon - Harry Revel Performer(s): Ruth Etting; Florence Desmond



I was one of those hicks That came here from the sticks Trying to find the kind of fame The name of Broadway stands for I was one of those fools Who dreamed of riches and jewels Now I awake, find my mistake I'll get a break, Broadway's a fake! I work in a speak that's dim and dingy Where standers are pretenders, cheap and stingy All I smell is rotten scotch and ginger Cigarettes, cigars! Now I've learned what smoking coke and snow means Among the guys who've never learned what "no" means You ask me do I know what making dough means Cigarettes, cigars! To heaven I just send up My lonely plea Is this where I must end up Oh, good Lord, answer me! Every evening as the night life dies out I walk home to sleep and weep my eyes out Can't you hear a broken heart that cries out Cigarettes, cigars! Cigarettes, cigars! Say, have you ever seen Broadway when its glamour is gone When the nightclubs are closing and the whole world is dozing and sleeping until the dawn? Why, all its glory and splendor and marvelous sights They all fade out together as they turn out the lights With street beggars mumbling, milk wagons rumbling, dream castles tumbling in the air Oh, it's lonesome and weary, friendless and dreary, a pitiful sight of despair! Every evening as the night life dies out I walk home to sleep and weep my eyes out Can't you hear a broken heart that cries out Cigarettes, cigars! Cigarettes! Cigars! Cigarettes! Cigars!