Cee-gar Smokin', Gee-tar Strokin' Man

All the birds stop whistlin’. They start hummin’.
Everybody shuts up to hear him comin’.
All the trees start dancin’ when he starts strummin’.
Yea.
The wind carries in his tobacky smell,
then it carries in his magical gee-tar spell. 
He’s a cee-gar smokin’, gee-tar strokin’ man.

With his cee-gar smokin' like a factory
he's an assembly line of melody, 
a mesmerizing musical mystery. 
Oh yea. 
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 tappin'. 
There's no two hands you won't find clappin'. 
The babies in town even give up nappin'. 
Yea. 
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 strummin' really satisfies. 
Oh yea. 
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!"