Cigars Guitars + Topless Bars

I went to May Rosa, where the cigars are made and rolled for me
The lady of May Rosa, she was there to give the cigars to me
I came home with the dawn last night, far too drunk to see
Cigars, guitars, and topless bars will be the death of me

Guitars I play, every day, to drown my sorrows away
With these guitars I try to sing to the girls who pass my way
Well, I came home with the dawn again, so drunk I could not see
Cigars, guitars, and topless bars will be the death of me

I came home with the dawn again, so drunk I could not see
Cigars, guitars, and topless bars will be the death of me

And when I go to the topless bars, ah
There's the girl with the golden hair
Well, she takes off her top, I'm just drunk and I watch
Her body flying through the air, through the air
Well, I came home with my money gone, so drunk, I could not see
Cigars, guitars, and topless bars will be the death of me
Will be the death of me
Will be the death of me!