My Bag Lyrics - Lloyd Cole

Hey I was walking my bag 

Through a 20 storey non stop snow storm 

Pirrelli calendar girls wrestling 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 about 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 

...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...