Intro :                           This didn't used to be me, old boy This isn't what I'd want Pulling old night fighters In a restaurant There's smoke and flames behind me Where the self-respect all went And I'm behind, behind With the rent I've been stitched up like a kipper, old son But I won't be again Hell hath no fury Oh, I'm like a lot of men Now I'm stalking this old Doris With lascivious intent And I'm behind, behind With the rent Just a little duck and dive   And a bit of wheel and deal She'll remind me I'm alive She'll remind me I still feel Just a little shelling out   For a bit of you know what I know this is all about Something that I never got Well this crumpet's past it's sell-by-date But they all would qualify They're going to be lonely And be happy to comply She knows that I'm a chancer Coming on like a gent But I'm behind, behind With the rent Yes, I'm behind, behind With the rent