All the birds stop a-whistling, they start humming
Everybody shuts up to hear him coming
All the trees start dancing when he starts a-strumming, yeah
The wind carries in his tobacky smell
Then he carries in his magical gee-tar spell
He's a cee-gar smokin', gee-tar strokin' man
With his cigar smoking like a factory
He's an assembly line of melody
A mesmerizing musical mystery, oh yeah
Some people say he doesn't have a name
He was named by his mama, other people claim
She named him Cee-gar Smokin', Gee-tar Strokin' Man
When he comes to town every foot is tapping
There's no two hands you won't find clapping
The baby's in town even give up a-nappin', yeah
The whole town declares that it's a holiday
No one wants to go to work and miss him play
He's the cee-gar smokin', gee-tar strokin' man
When he starts to leave, everybody cries
They say it's the cee-gar smoke in their eyes
His gee-tar strumming really satisfies, oh yeah
He says he'll be back and no one ever doubts
At the first smell of smoke, someone always shouts
It's the Cee-gar Smokin', Gee-tar Strokin' Man