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.
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.