Behind with the rent

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 a live.
She’ll remind me I’m 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.</p>