That’s the Bag I’m In Songtext
von H.P. Lovecraft

I′ll burn my fingers on my coffee pot
My toast is cold, my orange juice is hot
I could stop over, I'd really rather not
Same thing would happen again
′Cause that's the bag I'm in

Missed my connection, I′m late for work again
Ain′t seen the sunshine since I can't remember when
They′ll drop the atom bomb the day my ship comes in
You know I just can't win
′Cause that's the bag I′m in


The other day I was walking down the street
Whistlin' the blues to the tappin' of my feet
Some woman came out and called a cop on me

It happens every time
′Cause that′s the bag I'm in

Missed my connection, I′m straight for work again
Ain't seen the sunshine since I can′t remember when
They'll drop the atom bomb the day my ship comes in
You know I just can′t win
'Cause that's the bag I′m in

I′ll burn my fingers on my coffee pot
My toast is cold, my orange juice is hot
I could stop over, I'd really rather not
You know I just can′t win