Behind With The Rent (The Hurlingham Club, London, UK, September 9, 2009) Songtext
von Mark Knopfler

This didn′t used to be me, old boy
This isn't what I′d want
Pullin' old night fighters
In a restaurant

There's smoke and flames behind me
Where the self-respect all went
And I′m behind, behind with the rent

I′ve been stitched up like a kipper, old son
But I won't be again
Hell hath no fury
Oh, I′m like a lot of men

Now I'm stalkin′ this old Doris
With lascivious intent
And I'm behind, behind with the rent


Just a little duck and dive
And a bit of wheel and deal
She′ll remind me I'm alive
She'll remind me I still feel

Just a little shellin′ out
For a bit of you-know-what
I know this is all about
Somethin′ that I never got, oh

Well, this crumpet's past its sell-by-date
But they all would qualify
They′re gonna be lonely
And be happy to comply

She knows that I'm a chancer
Comin′ on like a gent
But I'm behind, behind with the rent
Yes, I′m behind, behind with the rent