Bags-Tags and Caps

It’s another day in paradise; and the girls are oh so fine It’s another day in paradise; and I’m in the welfare line. There’s no bread up in my cupboards; and my peanut butters dry; There’s no bread now in my pockets; and my woman’s with some guy. I no longer smoke; but my girl she smokes in bed; The doctor says that’s just as bad; and I could wind up dead. My baby doesn’t know me; she says I’m not her dad. And her mother talks about me; she claims that I’m just bad. It’s another day in paradise; and the frost has killed my plants; And my sugar got invaded; by a colony of ant’s. There’s nothing in my coffee pot; there’s nothing in my fridge; And my girl says I should jump with her; off the San Mateo Bridge. Heaven help me someone; my set is analog; And the leash I have is broken; that I used to walk the dog. Isn’t life just wonderful; isn’t life just grand; Maybe I should play kazoo; in some wash tub band.