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.