The more the doctors run you down,
The more I puff you—and inhale you.
Though worn with toil and vexed with strife
(Ye smokers all, attend and hear me),
Undaunted still I live my life,
With you, my Cigarette, to cheer me.
The more the doctors run you down,
The more I puff you—and inhale you.
Though worn with toil and vexed with strife
(Ye smokers all, attend and hear me),
Undaunted still I live my life,
With you, my Cigarette, to cheer me.