[Spoken]
Cigarettes, cigars! Cigarettes, cigars!
Hi, cutie! Over here!
Whatta you want?
Let's see what you got here. Oh, slip us twenty Camels
Okay
You're a swell lookin' dame. What are you doin' in a joint like this?
Huh. That's what I'd like to know

[Singing]
I was one of those hicks
That came here from the sticks
Trying to find the kind of fame
The name of Broadway stands for
I was one of those fools
Who dreamed of riches and jewels
Now I awake
Find my mistake
I'll get a break
Broadway's a fake!

I work in a speak that's dim and dingy
Where standers are pretenders, cheap and stingy
All I smell is rotten scotch and ginger
Cigarettes, cigars!

Now I've learned what smoking coke and snow means
Among the guys who've never learned what "no" means
You ask me do I know what making dough means
Cigarettes, cigars!

To heaven I just send up
My lonely plea
Is this where I must end up?
Oh, good Lord, answer me!

Every evening as the night life dies out
I walk home to sleep and weep my eyes out
Can't you hear a broken heart that cries out:
Cigarettes, cigars! Cigarettes, cigars!

[Spoken]
Say, have you ever seen Broadway when its glamor is gone?
When the nightclubs are closing and the whole world is dozing and sleeping until the dawn? Why, all its glory and splendor and marvelous sights, they all fade out together as they turn out the lights, with street beggars mumbling, milk wagons rumbling, dream castles tumbling in the air.
Oh, it's lonesome and weary, friendless and dreary, a pitiful sight of despair!

[Singing]
Every evening as the...

Writer : GORDON, MACK/REVEL, HARRY
Copyright : Lyrics © EMI Music Publishing, HARRY REVEL MUSIC COMPANY