My Bag

Hey I was walking my bag Through a 20 storey non-stop snow storm Pirrelli calender girls westling 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 above 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 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? 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 ma'am I'm your yes man 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? 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?