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



The kind of guy I am

The kind of guy I am



I guess that's just the kind of guy I am