Sometimes I get to thinking when I'm all by myself About the day you ran away and left me on the shelf Sometimes I get to feeling pretty sorry for myself I guess that's just the kind of guy I am
Sometimes I turn to drinking when I'm thinking of you There's only one coat hanging where there used to be two The mirror in the bedroom just reflects the way I'm blue I guess that's just the kind of guy I am
Hear me boy (?) Oh talk me through it
Sometimes I pick myself right up and wander round town Cos since you've gone I spend my days just hanging around And every time you pass me by it only brings me down I guess that's just the kind of guy I am