Cigar

I ve been pounding

The same beat

So long my feet

Engraved the street.

Have a cigar!

Have a cigar!

A nice cigar -

A thick cigar.

Said I know of what I speak,

So I walk.

I walk on.

Ten years more,

Ten years less,

I won t bite the hand

That raised me up from the dead.

Have a cigar!

Have a cigar!

A nice cigar -

A pink cigar.

Said I know of what I speak,

So I walk.

I walk on.

Well, I ve known which way

The wind would blow,

But there ain t no carrot to dangle

In front of my nose.

Cause I do what I like

And I like what I do -

I d rather flip burgers

Than turn from the blues.