That's The Bag I'm In - The Jayhawks

I burned my finger on the coffee pot

Toast was cold, the orange juice was hot

I should start over, but you know I’d rather not

Same thing’s gonna happen again

That’s the bag I’m in

You know, last night when I was walking down the street

Whistling the blues, tapping my feet

Some cranks went and called the cops down on the beat

It’ll happen every time

Every morning when I get up

I miss my connection, I’m late for work again

You know they’ll probably drop the atom bomb the day my ship comes in

I shouldn’t bet a nickle cause I’d get paid off in yen

Somehow I just can’t win

And that’s the bag I’m in

Jukebox playing the same old melody

Keep on bringing back an old lonesome blue melody

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 finger on the pot

Toast is cold, the orange juice is hot

I should start over, but you know I’d rather not

Same thing’s gonna happen again

And that’s the bag I’m in

Oh, that’s the kind of bag I’m in

Oh, I’m never gonna get out of these blues

'Cause that’s the kind of bag I’m in

Easy, Mark.

Oh, my God!