ironpeddler
Ye Old Newbie
A long, long time ago
I can still remember how that cigar used to make me smile.
And I knew if I had my chance
That I could make that cigar smoke dance
And maybe I’d be happy for a while.
But February made me shiver
With the cigar wrappers exploding that were delivered
Bad news on Cigar Pass
Customs says ‘No more RASS’
I can't remember if I cried
When I read about cigar taxes going high
But something touched me deep inside
The day the Cigar Smoker died
So, bye-bye, Miss Tobacco Leaf High
I’m so sick of Washington’s Cigar levy
because the tobacco taxes went dry
AVB and the CP boys were drinkin' whiskey and rye
Singin' this'll be the day cigars go dry
This'll be the day they all go bye
Did you write the Book of ‘Gars
And do you have faith in Sleazy Bars
Even if Rod tells you so
Do you believe in no embargo
Can Cuban Cigars save your mortal soul
And can you teach me how to puff real slow
Well, I know you're smoking with Fishin’ Jim
'Cause I saw you puffing' on Swissy’s tiny limb
You both slipped off your cello
Man, they’re the color of SPIVY’S OR yellow
I was a lonely, middle aged smokin' schmuck
With a Grape White Owl tastin’ like a garbage truck
But I knew I was out of luck
The day, the Cigar Smoker died
I started singin'
Bye-bye, Miss Tobacco Leaf High
I’m so sick of Washington’s Cigar levy
because the tobacco taxes went dry
AVB and the CP boys were drinkin' whiskey and rye
Singin' this'll be the day cigars go dry
This'll be the day they go bye
Now for ten years we've been smokin’ our own
And ligero grows fat on a rollin' stone
But that's not how it used to be
When the Jester sang of Doc’s Navy jeans
Smokin’ a stogie he borrowed from a transvestite queen
In a voice that came from all of CP
Oh, and while Infinity was looking down
The Jester stole Grateful1's grass stained crown
The CP Forum was adjourned
No verdict on 'chat' was returned
And while Insight wrote the book on Scumbag Quarks
The chat room guys gossiped ‘who’s the narc’
And LOS sang of his splurges in a NY Park
The day the stogies died
We were singin'
Bye-bye, Miss Tobacco Leaf High
I’m so sick of Washington’s Cigar levy
because the tobacco fund went dry
AVB and the CP boys were drinkin' whiskey and rye
Singin' this'll be the day cigars go dry
This'll be the day they go bye…
Helter Skelter in a wrapper swelter
The ashes fell off like a short filler felter
Nicotine high and falling fast
It landed foul on some hand rolled grass
The members tried for a Cigar Pass
With the Jester on the sidelines in Doc’s Navy denim cast
Now the Pass box smelled like sweet perfume
While Ray’s old squad played a marching tune
We all got up to Herf
Oh but we were still high from that rolled turf
'Cause the Pirates tried to steal the Pass
Doc called in all the Navy Brass
Do you recall what was revealed
The day the vitolas died
We started singing
Bye-bye, Miss Tobacco Leaf High
I’m so sick of Washington’s Cigar levy
because the tobacco fund went dry
AVB and the CP boys were drinkin' whiskey and rye
Singin' this'll be the day cigars go dry
This'll be the day they go bye bye
Oh, and there we were smokin’, all in one place
A new cigar generation lost in cyberspace
But still with time to start again
So come on, B.B.S., be nimble, B.B.S. be quick
Jonesy sat on a candlestick
'Cause fire is a cigar’s only friend
Oh, and as I watched Stogieman on the QSH stage
Me, holding raffle tickets worth a week’s wage
No Nova Scotian Angel born in Hell
Could break Rod’s banning spell
And as his flaming ways climbed high into the night
To light his own sacrificial rite
I saw Louie D laughing with delight
The day the cigar was ALIVE
Lou was singing
I really miss that Tobacco Leaf High
You folks at CP were definitely my favorite guys
I may be gone but Mark is now my guy
Me & Infinity are holding our cigars up high
Singing about the day the leaf’ll never go dry
I met a noob who sang the blues
He viewed the red rules as unhappy news
But he just flamed and ran away.
I went down to the cigar store
Where I'd smelled the smoke many years before
And the man there said we could puff again!
And in the street Tomthirtysix screamed
The smokers cried, and the rollers dreamed
But not a word was spoken
The anti-smoking zealots all were broken
And the three men I admire most
The Doc, AVB and Tone-New York
They lit up a cigar with some guy named Todd
The day, the cigar was again ALIVE!
And they were singin'…
Bye-bye, you crooked Politicians can go sigh
Go f*ck yourselves and you can suck what’s between my thighs
You good old boys spent the tax coffers dry
You who made us vote you out can you say bye bye
It’s you who made us tell you all goodbye
We started singing..
Hello again Miss Tobacco Leaf High
Washington’s Cigar taxes can wave us all a giant goodbye
Go find another tax fund that you can run dry
We’re singin' “Raise Our Cigars Up to the Sky!”
…Houston, we have lift-off.
For you young guys, Click here
I can still remember how that cigar used to make me smile.
And I knew if I had my chance
That I could make that cigar smoke dance
And maybe I’d be happy for a while.
But February made me shiver
With the cigar wrappers exploding that were delivered
Bad news on Cigar Pass
Customs says ‘No more RASS’
I can't remember if I cried
When I read about cigar taxes going high
But something touched me deep inside
The day the Cigar Smoker died
So, bye-bye, Miss Tobacco Leaf High
I’m so sick of Washington’s Cigar levy
because the tobacco taxes went dry
AVB and the CP boys were drinkin' whiskey and rye
Singin' this'll be the day cigars go dry
This'll be the day they all go bye
Did you write the Book of ‘Gars
And do you have faith in Sleazy Bars
Even if Rod tells you so
Do you believe in no embargo
Can Cuban Cigars save your mortal soul
And can you teach me how to puff real slow
Well, I know you're smoking with Fishin’ Jim
'Cause I saw you puffing' on Swissy’s tiny limb
You both slipped off your cello
Man, they’re the color of SPIVY’S OR yellow
I was a lonely, middle aged smokin' schmuck
With a Grape White Owl tastin’ like a garbage truck
But I knew I was out of luck
The day, the Cigar Smoker died
I started singin'
Bye-bye, Miss Tobacco Leaf High
I’m so sick of Washington’s Cigar levy
because the tobacco taxes went dry
AVB and the CP boys were drinkin' whiskey and rye
Singin' this'll be the day cigars go dry
This'll be the day they go bye
Now for ten years we've been smokin’ our own
And ligero grows fat on a rollin' stone
But that's not how it used to be
When the Jester sang of Doc’s Navy jeans
Smokin’ a stogie he borrowed from a transvestite queen
In a voice that came from all of CP
Oh, and while Infinity was looking down
The Jester stole Grateful1's grass stained crown
The CP Forum was adjourned
No verdict on 'chat' was returned
And while Insight wrote the book on Scumbag Quarks
The chat room guys gossiped ‘who’s the narc’
And LOS sang of his splurges in a NY Park
The day the stogies died
We were singin'
Bye-bye, Miss Tobacco Leaf High
I’m so sick of Washington’s Cigar levy
because the tobacco fund went dry
AVB and the CP boys were drinkin' whiskey and rye
Singin' this'll be the day cigars go dry
This'll be the day they go bye…
Helter Skelter in a wrapper swelter
The ashes fell off like a short filler felter
Nicotine high and falling fast
It landed foul on some hand rolled grass
The members tried for a Cigar Pass
With the Jester on the sidelines in Doc’s Navy denim cast
Now the Pass box smelled like sweet perfume
While Ray’s old squad played a marching tune
We all got up to Herf
Oh but we were still high from that rolled turf
'Cause the Pirates tried to steal the Pass
Doc called in all the Navy Brass
Do you recall what was revealed
The day the vitolas died
We started singing
Bye-bye, Miss Tobacco Leaf High
I’m so sick of Washington’s Cigar levy
because the tobacco fund went dry
AVB and the CP boys were drinkin' whiskey and rye
Singin' this'll be the day cigars go dry
This'll be the day they go bye bye
Oh, and there we were smokin’, all in one place
A new cigar generation lost in cyberspace
But still with time to start again
So come on, B.B.S., be nimble, B.B.S. be quick
Jonesy sat on a candlestick
'Cause fire is a cigar’s only friend
Oh, and as I watched Stogieman on the QSH stage
Me, holding raffle tickets worth a week’s wage
No Nova Scotian Angel born in Hell
Could break Rod’s banning spell
And as his flaming ways climbed high into the night
To light his own sacrificial rite
I saw Louie D laughing with delight
The day the cigar was ALIVE
Lou was singing
I really miss that Tobacco Leaf High
You folks at CP were definitely my favorite guys
I may be gone but Mark is now my guy
Me & Infinity are holding our cigars up high
Singing about the day the leaf’ll never go dry
I met a noob who sang the blues
He viewed the red rules as unhappy news
But he just flamed and ran away.
I went down to the cigar store
Where I'd smelled the smoke many years before
And the man there said we could puff again!
And in the street Tomthirtysix screamed
The smokers cried, and the rollers dreamed
But not a word was spoken
The anti-smoking zealots all were broken
And the three men I admire most
The Doc, AVB and Tone-New York
They lit up a cigar with some guy named Todd
The day, the cigar was again ALIVE!
And they were singin'…
Bye-bye, you crooked Politicians can go sigh
Go f*ck yourselves and you can suck what’s between my thighs
You good old boys spent the tax coffers dry
You who made us vote you out can you say bye bye
It’s you who made us tell you all goodbye
We started singing..
Hello again Miss Tobacco Leaf High
Washington’s Cigar taxes can wave us all a giant goodbye
Go find another tax fund that you can run dry
We’re singin' “Raise Our Cigars Up to the Sky!”
…Houston, we have lift-off.
For you young guys, Click here