I remember from WW2 years (I'm 87) something like this:

You are my Woodbine, my double Woodbine,
You make me happy when skies are grey (or something),
My Senior Service,
Don't make me nervice,
Don't take my matches away.

(Senior Service was a "better" Wills cigarette than Woodbine, which was the cheapest. The Senior Service meant the Royal Navy- there was a tobacco called Navy Cut). Nervice is nervous, of course.