Lyrics

Well, it's twenty-four hours later And I've still got time to play with And things ain't looking straighter Can't place your name Those lovely-looking ladies Walking 'round in fancy costumes And my old grey Mercedes Stands in the rain I'd be anything but me, that's how I feel Looking rather ill, that's how I feel Anything but me Looking rather ill Anything but me Looking rather ill Here comes Big Fat Harry With that same old cigar His boys are in the alley Waiting for me The dice fell and I'm losing His smile crept 'round the wall It wasn't so amusing It was hard to be I'd be anything but me, that's how I feel Looking rather ill, that's how I feel Anything but mе Looking rather ill Anything but me Looking rather ill My luck fеll up in sixes I looked like a wild dog That game we played at Trixies Got me this scar Those boys, they saw to it That I looked like a drunk Contacts out in Munich Know who they are