A BETTER BAG
By Robert Kaplan

When I copped my bag
A better bag intrigued me
Cause I always heard
That somebody died

It must have been due
To the fact that I was never satisfied
No matter how good my bag was
There always had to be one better

A better bag only meant adventure
And the thrill of new things to come
That being clean delivers
Like the smiling sun

Another original day is better
So much better
Oh yeah
Then a better bag ever was