That's The Bag I'm In

(アルバム： Fred Neil - 1966)

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 doesn't bet a nickel '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