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I lost my bag, it’s such a drag, I’m getting old and I’m starting to sag. I can’t download cos there’s too much lag. You say it’s great but it’s not my bag. I lost my bag down a dusty track. My baby’s gone, she ain’t coming back. I throw my bag straight in the back of a broken down Black Cadillac
The seats are torn, the piston’s cracked, the tires are worn on my broken down Black Cadillac. The timing’s gone, it’s outta whack. The tires are torn on my broken down Black Cadillac.
I lost my bag too many years ago. A thousand pills and a sack of blow. I gave up my mind to the undertow. Didn’t want to see the end of the show. I lost my bag down a dusty track. A broken heart, just like a heart attack. I throw my bag straight in the back of a broken down Black Cadillac.