I've finished all my shopping,
At the checkout I've arrived.
My car is in the car park,
With stacks of bags inside.
I never can remember,
To bring these in with me.
So once again I find myself,
In a quan-da-ry.
If I buy more blasted bags
I have this terrible thought.
There'll be no room out there in the car,
For the shopping I've just bought.