My Bag - Lloyd Cole And The Commotions

Hey I was walking my bag

Through a 20 story non-stop snow storm

Pirrelli calendar 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 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