That's The Bag I'm In

I burned my fingers on the coffee pot
Toast was cold and the orange juice was hot.
I should start over but you know Id rather not.
Same thing gonna happen again
Cause thats the bag Im 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.
Itll happen every single time .
Every morning when I get up,
I miss my connection and Im late for work again
You know theyll probably drop the atom bomb the day my ship comes in.
I dasnt bet a nickle cause Id get paid off in yen.
Sometimes you just cant win cause thats the bag Im in.
Jukebox playing the same old melody,
Keep on bringing back those blue memories.
This evil feelings gonna be the death of me
I think Im 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 Id rather not
Same thing gonna happen again,
Cause thats the bag Im in.