My Bag Lyrics by Lloyd Cole

My Bag Lyrics

    Hey i was walking my bag
    Through a 20 storey non stop snow storm
    Pirrelli calender girls wrestling in body lotion
    My head's swimming with poetry and prose
    Excuse me one moment whilst i powder my nose
    Me and my good thing are just about as close as can be
    We gave up sleep at the age of 17
    My world's getting bigger as my eyesight gets worse
    I can't see the lines on my idiot board
    What about love?
    I don't let that stuff in my house
    This is the glamorous life there's no time for fooling around
    Lord have mercy i know what i'm doing
    I don't need an alibi i need a fire escape and an open window
    It's my problem it's nothing i can't deal with
    I'm not chasing anything just jogging baby
    What's your bag?
    Hundred million dollar jam
    Got some traffic yessir in my nose
    Motorcycle speed cops burning up my dust roads
    My baby left me heck ain`t that a shame
    She's over in the corner with my new best friend
    I'm doing fine with my whisky and wine
    And meet me in the john john meet me in the john john
    Lord have mercy
    ...what's your bag?
    Spin spin whisky and gin i suffer for my art
    Bartender i got wild mushrooms growing in my yard
    Fix me a quart of petrol clams on the half shell
    Feels like prohibition baby give me the hard sell
    More give me more give me more more more
    I'm your yes man yes maam i'm your yes man
    Lord have mercy...

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