Look at me I'm you, look at me I'm you
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 mirrors
And everything I see just seems to rot
Poor old Charlie, you're so poorly
Why don't you go back to bed
Sweet dreams give your mind a chance to
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 MacIntosh I am
It is all that has stuck with me
Farewell, little boy you are a man
MacIntosh sells machinery
My life has dragged along in
A most depressing way
All that seemed right was wrong and
Echoes around my empty thoughts today
Charlie boy!
Poor old Charlie, he was poorly (Well well, if it's not another day)
For a long time. Now he's passed on. (Oh well, I had best be on my way)
Look at me I'm you, look at me I'm you
Look at me I'm you, look at me I'm you… (Repeat 5 times)