Psychadelicatessen - Bags Lyrics

Monday's scoop
My dog did a poop
Everybody saw it
Couldn't ignore it
His tail wags
My last poop bag
Rub it, blow it, jerk it, throw it
Doesn't work, don't you know it
Just can't, just can't, just can't open that bag (open that bag)
Tuesday stopping
To do some shopping
Grab some snacks
Then go to pack
A grocery bag
Such a drag
Rub it, blow it, jerk it, throw it
Doesn't work, don't you know it
Just can't, just can't, just can't open that bag (open that bag)
Wednesday chores
And lots lots more
Have to dash
Take out the trash
Grab a new bin liner
Soon makes me a whiner
Rub it, blow it, jerk it, throw it
Doesn't work, don't you know it
Just can't, just can't, just can't open that bag (open that bag)
Thursday all my bag troubles have gone
Cos I've invested in more expensive ones
Bags will give me no more strife
I will struggle never
Got so many bags for life
I will live forever
Friday's frightening
Struck by lightning
Just a silly act of God
What'll they do with my dead bod
Trust my luck, they put me in a bag
The zip gets stuck, there's always a snag
Rub it, blow it, jerk it, throw it
Doesn't work, don't you know it
Just can't, just can't, just can't close that bag (close that bag)
Poop, grocery, bin, body
Bag, bag, bag, bag