Look At Me I’m You

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 me rust
And everything that 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!
(Well well, if it's not another day)
Poor old Charlie, he was poorly
(Oh well, I had best be on my way)
For a long time, now he's passed on

Look at me I'm you, look at me I'm you
Look at me I'm you, look at me I'm you
Look at me I'm you, look at me I'm you
Look at me I'm you, look at me I'm you
Look at me I'm you, look at me I'm you
Look at me I'm you, look at me I'm you
Look at me I'm you, look at me I'm you