Lyrics:

Well it's 24 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 me
Looking rather ill
Anything but me
Looking rather ill
My luck fell up in sixes
I looked like a wild dog
That game we played at Trixie's
Got me this scar
Those boys, they saw to it
That I looked like a drunk
Contacts out in Munich
Know who they are