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Showing posts with label bag. Show all posts
Showing posts with label bag. Show all posts

Thursday 7 February 2019

The Bag Song

Ransacked
Cul-de-sac
Everybody back-packed
Fanny pack, bum bag
Everybody carry a swag

All I have to say is that
Suitcases can make your bum look fat

Handbag, wag-bag
Baghdad satchel fad
Leather-case bootlace
Tie it satch-mo face
All I have to say is that
Bum bags make your bum look fat

Tie it, Zip it, no body rip it
Sainsbury's, Asda, home shop in Mazda
Sling it in, bring it in, fold it up,
Ring a ding
All I have to say is that
Carrier bags make your bum look fat

IKEA Tarpaulin, Marks and Spencer
Hempen thing
Fabric, magic, silk wool or plastic
Top end, bottom shelf
Pick one up, help yourself
Throw away society
If it doesn't fly, it isn't free
Nobody needs a bag (for life) for their health

Carpet baggin', carpet shaggin'
Brown paper bag of gin
Dumpster, thumpster, down and out gangster

On a plane vomit
Save yourself, breathe calm again
Feel like a comet
On a rise, then a fall
Visit the can, then bag it all
all I have to say is that
A body bag can make your bum look fat

On a mountain, in a fountain
Hike it, bike it, everybody like it
Advertise for sore-eyes, everyone economize
Too big, too small, over shoulder tennis ball
Hurricane too bad, Glaswegian Bawl bag
All I have to say is that some bags don’t make your bum
Look fat

String strap, chin-strap
Everybody brain rap
All I have to say is that
Purses don’t make your bum look fat

Purses, curses, everyone reverses
Inside, outside, make it black or white side
Lining, pining every bag defining
Each a different lining
All I have to say is that
Diamond studded handbags don’t make your bum look fat

Silver buckle, copper knuckle,
Knuckle duster, feather fluster
Pretty, frilly, every kind of silly
All I have to say is that laptop bags
Don’t make your bum look fat

Snake skin, fake skin, even keep a steak in
Make-up, lip stick, take up a dip stick
Micro-wave seal-able, Gold fish save
Its steal-able
All I have to say is that coconut shies
Don’t make your bum look fat

Man-bag, grab-a-bag, what a slag in  Baghdad
Make a point, turn a corner, light a joint
Feed a feeler, all I have to say is that
Metrosexuals can make your bum look fat

Here’s a bag, there’s a bag
Everybody Hacky-sack
Feed the lack, fill the black
Bag it, sag it, everybody hag it
All I have to say is that
Everybody makes out everybody else is fat

Sure, you disclaim it, you may even exclaim
Or claim it – its in the bag, it’s yours
Pull up your pants
Fill up your draws
Don’t try to shame it, explain it or name it
That bag is to blame for it
All I have to say is that
No bag can make your bum look fat

It doesn’t matter anyways
The writings on the motorways
The plane takes off
Another lands
It's all the same in a bag-less land
For nobody carries you
No dog collects its own poo
We all choose to use you
Even throw you out, abuse you
Oh bag, only a bag lady really does love you
Let’s leave it at that
Only a Bum can make a bag look fat