My Bag : Lyrics

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 maam 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

Jesus said to Mary
Lord, the things we do for love
Well, do think I seem self conscious
It's only you I'm thinking of
Well I was hiding in the bathroom
Quite unable to cry
Now I'm weeping with a vengence
Since your voice came down the line

I moved up from the country
Though I never could have stayed
I just dipped my hand in the water
And got carried away

Well would you put me down
Just for being around
At the wrong time of day?
Or would leave me while I'm sleeping
Out through the fire escape?
They tell me swans do fly
Across a perfect sky
And it's a purist's sky tonight
So you'll desert me in the morning
On account of your cruelty and spite

I moved up from the country
To wave goodbye to all that
I just leapt up on that riverboat
And I never will look back

Jesus said to Mary
Lord, the things we do for love
Well, did she think he was self conscious
It was only her he was thinking of
Well I was hiding in the bathroom
Quite unable to cry
Now I'm weeping with a vengence
But these are tears of joy, oh my

I moved up from the country
Though I never could have stayed
I just dipped my hand in the water
And got carried away

I choose my friends only far too well
I'm up on the pavement they're all down in the cellar
with their government grants and my IQ
They brought me down to size academia blues

Louise is a girl I know her well
She's up on the pavement yes she's a weather girl
And I'm staying up here so I may be undone
She's inappropriate but then she's much more fun and

When she smiles my way
My eyes go out in vain
She's got perfect skin

Shame on you you've got no sense of grace Shame on me just in case I might
Come to a conclusion other than that which is absolutely necessary
and that's perfect skin

Louise is the girl with the perfect skin
She says turn on the light otherwise it can't be seen
She's got cheekbones like geometry and eyes like sin
And she's sexually enlightened by Cosmopolitan and

When she smiles my way
My eyes go out in vain
for her perfect skin
Yeah that's perfect skin

She takes me down to the basement to look at her slides
of her family life pretty weird at times
At the age of ten she looked like Greta Garbo and I loved her then
But how was she to know that

When she smiles my way
My eyes go out in vain
She's got perfect skin

Up eight flights of stairs to a basement flat
Pretty confused huh being shipped around like that?
Seems we climbed so high now we're down so low
Strikes me the moral of this song must be there never has been one.

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 maam 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