Dignity

ThereÕs a man I meet walks up our street
HeÕs a worker for the council
Has been twenty years
And he takes no lip off nobody
And litter off the gutter
Puts it in a bag
And never seems to mutter
And he packs his lunch in a sunblest bag
The children call him bogie
He never lets on
But I know Õcause he once told me
He let me know a secret about the money in his kitty
HeÕs gonna buy a dinghy
Gonna call her dignity

And IÕll sail her up the west coast
Through villages and towns
IÕll be on my holidays
TheyÕll be doing their rounds
TheyÕll ask me how I got her IÕll say I saved my money
TheyÕll say isnÕt she pretty that ship called dignity
And IÕm telling this story
In a faraway scene
Sipping down raki
And reading maynard keynes
And IÕm thinking about home and all that means
And a place in the winter for dignity
And IÕll sail her up the west coast
Through villages and towns
IÕll be on my holidays
TheyÕll be doing their rounds
TheyÕll ask me how I got her IÕll say I saved my money
TheyÕll say isnÕt she pretty that ship called dignity
And IÕm thinking about home
And IÕm thinking about faith
And IÕm thinking about work
And IÕm thinking about how good it would be
To be here some day
On a ship called dignity
A ship called dignity
That ship