Behind With The Rent - Mark Knopfler

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