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(1969)
Written by Fred Neil
Every morning when I wake up
I brand my fingers on the coffee pot
The toast is cold and the orange juice is always hot.
I wish start over don't you know I'd better not.
Same thing gonna happen again
Mmmmhh that's the bag I'm in.
Ohhh other day as I was walking down the street,
Whistling the blues to the tapping of my feet,
Some cranky old woman will call the cops on the beat.
That happens every single time.
Every morning when I wake up
I brand my fingers on the coffee pot
The toast is cold and the orange juice is always hot.
I wish start over don't you know I'd better not.
Same thing gonna happen again
Mmmmhh that's the bag I'm in.
Hey now
Missed my connection late for work again
I guess I'd better nickel might get paid droppin'in
They'll probably drop the atom bomb the day my ship comes in.
Seems like i just can't win
Every morning when I wake up
Oh oh Yeah Now
That jukebox keeps playing the same old melody,
Keeps on bringing back those blue memories.
This evil feeling's gonna be the death of me
Think I'm gonna lose my mind.
Every morning when I wake up,
I brand my fingers on the pot,
The toast is cold and the juice is hot,
I would start over but you know I'd better not
Same thing will happen again cause that's the bag I'm in
The bag I'm in
(1969)
Written by Fred Neil
Every morning when I wake up
I brand my fingers on the coffee pot
The toast is cold and the orange juice is always hot.
I wish start over don't you know I'd better not.
Same thing gonna happen again
Mmmmhh that's the bag I'm in.
Ohhh other day as I was walking down the street,
Whistling the blues to the tapping of my feet,
Some cranky old woman will call the cops on the beat.
That happens every single time.
Every morning when I wake up
I brand my fingers on the coffee pot
The toast is cold and the orange juice is always hot.
I wish start over don't you know I'd better not.
Same thing gonna happen again
Mmmmhh that's the bag I'm in.
Hey now
Missed my connection late for work again
I guess I'd better nickel might get paid droppin'in
They'll probably drop the atom bomb the day my ship comes in.
Seems like i just can't win
Every morning when I wake up
Oh oh Yeah Now
That jukebox keeps playing the same old melody,
Keeps on bringing back those blue memories.
This evil feeling's gonna be the death of me
Think I'm gonna lose my mind.
Every morning when I wake up,
I brand my fingers on the pot,
The toast is cold and the juice is hot,
I would start over but you know I'd better not
Same thing will happen again cause that's the bag I'm in
The bag I'm in
