Well I'm a sucker for fine Cuban cigars The problem is I can't afford 'em But last year I went and got myself a whole box And just to be safe I insured
If you want me to go away I will and not come back another day if you want me to play the crook I will you won't hear what i've got to say I know you
Sleeping in a pool of cianti Council with the ghost beside me Ambulances chant to uselesness Singing with the emergency broadcast system Thank You Governer
Words, words, words they say, and to your dismay, it says they know jack shit. They are intellectual thoroughbreds and little less. See your shoulder
Mister Mistoffelees tie dangles Kissed her isosceles triangles Slap some Burt Bacharach on me Teach me about your anatomy Love between the sheets Show
This confessional is no longer therapeutic It holds no solace for me anymore I can't drive anywhere without you ghost riding shotgun you are never
I'm tired of your rhetoric Do you want me to die in here I'm inside a tall building Running from room to room familiar faces ===CHORUS=== Just let
I will meet you on the stairs,meet you just below the steeple you can bring all of the people whom you think you can change. We'll take the elevator
Come in here, dear boy, have a cigar. You're gonna go far, You're gonna fly high, You're never gonna die, You're gonna make it if you try; They're
(Instrumental)
Dans la fumee de mon cigare, mon gros cigare de Cuba, Dans la fumee d'un bleu bizarre, la fumee qui monte je vois : Sous le lustre, ou elle s'etend alanguie
the cigar, I hope he doesn't push me too far Yeah the man with the cigar Yeah the man with the cigar Yeah the man with the cigar
A small cigar Has changed his world, my friend A small cigar Has changed the world again A small cigar, a small cigar, a small cigar, a small cigar
to swallow I?m a fool who thought that I could win It?s been really close but no cigar I swallow my pride and try to set aside that It?s been really close but no cigar
les femmes en raffolent Et quand il prend son vol Elles perdent la boussole Je le dirige a mon gre, Le fais ralentir, accelerer a mon idee Montez a bord du cigare
We will shut you out. We'll put you in doubt if you think that you're special. We'll tell you who you are. Tell you that you're close but no cigar. But
[Originally by Pink Floyd] Come in here, dear boy, have a cigar. You're gonna go far, fly high, You're never gonna die, you're gonna make it if you
Come in here, dear boy, have a cigar. You're gonna go far, fly high, you're never gonna die, you're gonna make it if you try; they're gonna love you.
