| I burned my fingers on the coffee pot | |
| Toast was cold and the orange juice was hot. | |
| I should start over but you know I'd rather not. | |
| Same thing gonna happen again | |
| Cause that's the bag I'm in. | |
| Last night as I was walking down the street, | |
| Whistling the blues to the tapping of my feet, | |
| Some jive crank called the cops on the beat. | |
| It'll happen every single time. | |
| Every morning when I get up, | |
| I miss my connection and I'm late for work again | |
| You know they'll probably drop the atom bomb the day my ship comes in. | |
| I dasn't bet a nickle cause I'd get paid off in yen. | |
| Sometimes you just can't win cause that's the bag I'm in. | |
| Jukebox playing the same old melody, | |
| Keep on bringing back those blue memories. | |
| This evil feeling's gonna be the death of me | |
| I think I'm going out of my mind. | |
| Every morning when I wake up, | |
| I burn my fingers on the pot, | |
| Toast is cold and the orange juice is hot, | |
| I should start over but you know I'd rather not | |
| Same thing gonna happen again, | |
| Cause that's the bag I'm in. |
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