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
tripping 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 nickel
cause I'd
get paid off in yen Somehow you just can't win
cause that's the bag you're in
Jukebox playing the same old melody Keep on bringing back
those
blue memories You know this evil feeling's
gonna be the death of me I think I'm
going out of my mind
Every morning when I get up I burn my
fingers on the pot Toast is cold
and the orange juice is hot I should
start over but I'd rather not Same thing gonna happen again
Cause that's the bag I'm
in too
Cause that's the bag I'm in
I'll never get out
of this crazy blues alive
Cause that's the bag I'm in
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