"Igor is a chain-smoker; look where it got him!"

 One of the things I do on Hallowe'en is listen to the Spotify playlist I pulled together.  It's got my favourites: "Werewolves of London" (Warren Zevon), "Time Warp"(Rocky Horror Picture Show), "Skeleton" (Fionn) "Ghost" (Indigo Girls)....

All in all, about two hours of spooky music.

Of course, I have "Monster Mash", but that's only because Spotify doesn't have Bobby "Boris" Pickett's ghoulish (and rather more grammatically correct) take on a 1947 ditty penned by Merle Travis and Tex Williams:  "Smoke! Smoke! Smoke That Cigarette"

Well, thank goodness for YouTube.

Now, I'm a fellow with a heart of gold  

And the ways of a gentleman I've been told 

The kind of a person who wouldn't harm a flea 

But if I and a certain character met 

The man that created the cigarette 

I'd murder the so-and-so in the first degree

 

Not because I don't smoke myself 

And I don't suppose they'll harm my health 

I've smoked all my life and I'm not dead yet 

But you nicotine slaves look a little more pale 

Each time you light up a coffin nail

Go ahead, have another cigarette 

Smoke, smoke, smoke that cigarette 

(Go on, take a puff!)

Puff, puff, puff 

And if you smoke yourself to death 

Tell St Peter at the Golden Gate 

That you hate to make him wait 

But you've just got to have another cigarette

The other night, I had a date

with the cutest little girl in the fifty states,

A high-grade, uptown, fancy graveyard pet

I gave her a kiss and a little squeeze,

And she said, "Boris, excuse me please,

I've just got to have another cigarette!"

Smoke, smoke, smoke that cigarette

(Dig your own grave.)

Sweet dreams.