Lyr. Add: CIGARETTES, CIGARS
Gordon Mack, Harry Revel, 1933

(spoken)
Cigarettes, cigars! Cigarettes, cigars!
Hi, cutie! Over here!
Whatta you want?
Let's see what you got here. Oh, slip us twenty Camels.
Okay
You're a swell lookin' dame. What are you doin' in a joint like this?
Huh! That's what I'd like to know.

(Singing)
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'd 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 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!

(spoken)
Say, have you ever seen Broadway when its glamor is gone?
When the night clubs 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 down 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!

(singing)
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!

The classic as sung by Florence Desmond.

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