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
The guy that invented the cigarette
I'd murder that son of a gun in the first degree
4 ladies chain, you turn that girl
And chain her right back home
Promenade go walkin' round you roam
Tell Saint Peter at the pearly gates
You hate to make him wait
But you gotta have just one more cigarette

Heads you flutter wheel across that ring you go
Same 4 square thru, four hands you know
Four hands around, then slide thru, touch 1/4
Coordinate and keep it straight
Wheel & deal and swing that corner girl
Promenade go walkin' round that world
Tell Saint Peter at the pearly gate
You hate to make him wait
But you gotta have just one more cigarette

Circle left
Now nicotine slaves are all the same
At a pettin' party or a poker game
Everything's gotta stop while they have that cigarette
Left allemande, do a dosado
Left allemande then weave the ring you know
Smoke, smoke, smoke that cigarette
Dosado your lady, and you promenade the set
Tell Saint Peter at the pearly gate
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