Well, well, if it's not another day Should have known it would come again Oh well, I had best be on my way Down the road in the pouring rain The air is filled with coal dust From smokey chimney pots The rain is making me run and everything that I see just seems to rot Poor old Charlie, your so poorly Why don't you go back to her Sweet dreams fill your mind On the tracks
Look at me I'm you, look at me I'm you Look at me I'm you, look at me I'm you
Well, well, Charlie working such I am Workings all that has stuck with me Farewell little boy your are a man Working toffs are smashing at me My life has dragged along in a most depressing way All that seems like rose-brown earth and goes around like empty thoughts today Poor old Charlie, he was poorly Oh well, I had best be on my way Now he has gone Look at me I'm you, look at me I'm you Look at me I'm you, look at me I'm you...