I think it started with a yoghurt
At the local corner place
I didn’t really want or need it
But it so easily slipped into my purse
Then at the mall I nicked a salt mill
And is that really such a sin?
No, I don’t believe in stealing
But it’s just so hard to resist!

Don’t look inside my bag
I swear it’s just not worth the hassle
No, please don’t check my bag
There’s just some candy boxes, sporks and tassles
No no, please don’t check my bag
Please don’t check my bag

And last weekend at a party
The hosts planned to serve grilled meat
Stole it, just like their bath gel
And all their fancy silverware
Then a bit later at the nightclub
The wine glasses looked so nice
So did the barman’s computer
And his pretty shiny silver tie

Don’t look inside my bag
It’s filled with margarine and Rembrandts
No, please don’t check my bag
And then some candlesticks, kebabs and steel pans
No no, please don’t check my bag!
Please don’t check my bag!

Don’t look in my bag
Don’t look in my bag
Inside my handbag
Don’t look, no no!

Drove up to the daycare
To pick up my daughter Maribelle
I couldn’t help but steal the sandbox
And some screamy kids as well

Don’t look inside my bag
It’s filled with beer cans, toys and diapers
No, please don’t check my bag
And then some promo singles, shelves and bibles

No no, don’t look in my bag (Don’t look in my bag)
It’s full of kneecaps, turf and deck chairs (Don’t look in my bag)
No, please don’t check my bag (Don't look in my bag)
I tell you, officer, you will regret it (Don’t look, no no)

No no, don’t look in my bag (I gotta have some more, I gotta take some more)
It's full of dust, Brad Pitt and seagulls (I gotta own some more, I gotta search for more)
No, please don’t check my bag
And then some footballers, champagne and church bells
No no! Please don’t check my bag!