Something's in the bag
Something's in the bag
Something's in the bag (Mommy?)
Something's in the bag (Mommy?)
Something's in the bag (Mommy? Mommy?)

The parking lot
The air was hot
I heard a sound
From the ground
I turned around

Something's in the bag
Something's in the bag (Mommy? Mommy?)
Something's in the bag (Mommy?)
Something's in the bag (Mommy?)
Something's in the bag (Mommy?)

I came up slow
I had to know
A garbled quack
The squirming sack
No turning back

It was alive
It looked right through me
I could feel the veins on my neck
Begin to pulsate and throb
Like a secretary pounding out
A hundred and fifty words per minute
On an IBM electric typewriter

I gasped for breath
I fell to my knees
I was powerless in its presence
How can I describe what I saw
I can't

Something's in the bag (Mommy?)
Something's in the bag (Mommy? Mommy?) Something's in the bag (Mommy?)

The screeching wheel
Horrendous squeal
I had to see
Could it still be
I looked inside
Softly it cried

Something's in the bag (Mommy)
Something's in the bag (Mommy)
Something's in the bag (Mommy)
Something's in the bag (Mommy, Mommy)
Something's in the bag...

Yeah