Sides face, grand square
Now I'm a gal with a heart of gold
With the ways of a lady I've been told
The kind of a gal who wouldn't hurt 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
4 ladies chain, you turn the girl and then
You chain 'em right on home
You promenade go walkin' round you roam
Now nicotine slaves are all the same
At a pettin' party or a poker game
Everything's gotta stop while they have that cigarette

Heads flutter wheel across that ring you go
Same 4 square thru, slide thru
You curlique and then
Coordinate and keep it straight
You wheel & deal, then swing that corner girl
Allemande left new corner, then promenade around that world
Tell Saint Peter at the pearly gates
You hate to make him wait
But you gotta have just one more cigarette

Join hands and circle to the left around that ring
All the way around till you get back home again
Walk around your corner, come home and there you swing
Left allemande and then weave around that ring
Smoke, smoke, smoke that cigarette
You dosado your baby, then promenade that pet
Tell Saint Peter at the pearly gates
You hate to make him wait
But you gotta have just one more cigarette

Sides face, grand square
Now the other night I had me a date
With the cutest guy in the fifty states
A high bred, uptown, smooth talking man
He said he loved me and it seemed to me
Things were about like they ought to be
As hand in hand we strolled down lovers lane
4 ladies chain, you turn that gal
And chain 'em right back home
Promenade around that ring you roam
So I give him a hug and a little squeeze
And he says "ah, honey, 'scuse me, please
But I just gotta have me one more cigarette