They’re gonna be lonely
Well, this crumpet’s past its sell-by-date
Where the self-respect all went
And be happy to comply
But they all would qualify
For a bit of you-know-what
I’ve been stitched up like a kipper, old son
Pullin' old night fighters
But I’m behind, behind with the rent
She’ll remind me I still feel
But I won’t be again
She knows that I’m a chancer
Oh, I’m like a lot of men
Comin’ on like a gent
Now I’m stalkin’ this old Doris
There’s smoke and flames behind me
And I’m behind, behind with the rent
Hell hath no fury
In a restaurant
Just a little shellin’ out
She’ll remind me I’m alive
I know this is all about
Somethin' that I never got, oh
And a bit of wheel and deal
Just a little duck and dive
And I’m behind, behind with the rent
With lascivious intent
