| I’ll burn my fingers on my coffee pot
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| My toast is cold, my orange juice is hot
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| I could stop over, I’d really rather not
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| Same thing would happen again
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| 'Cause that’s the bag I’m in
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| Missed my connection, I’m late for work again
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| Ain’t seen the sunshine since I can’t remember when
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| They’ll drop the atom bomb the day my ship comes in
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| You know I just can’t win
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| 'Cause that’s the bag I’m in
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| The other day I was walking down the street
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| Whistlin' the blues to the tappin' of my feet
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| Some woman come out and called a cop on me
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| It happens every time
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| 'Cause that’s the bag I’m in
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| Missed my connection, I’m straight for work again
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| Ain’t seen the sunshine since I can’t remember when
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| They’ll drop the atom bomb the day my ship comes in
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| You know I just can’t win
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| 'Cause that’s the bag I’m in
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| I’ll burn my fingers on my coffee pot
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| My toast is cold, my orange juice is hot
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| I could stop over, I’d really rather not
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| You know I just can’t win |