Fellow That Looked Like Me

In sad despair I wandered, my heart was filled with woe.

While on my grief I pondered, what to do I did not know,

Since cruel fate has on me frowned the trouble seemed to be,

There is a fellow in this town the very image of me.

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Oh, wouldn't I like to catch him wherever he may be.

Oh, wouldn't I give him particular fits, the fellow that looks like me.

One evening as I started up Central Park to go

I was met by a man upon the road saying,"Pay me the bills you owe."

In said I said, "I owe you naught," he would not let me free

Till a crowd came around and I paid the bills for the fellow that looked like me.