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?