Thers a man I meet
Walks up our street
he's a worker for the council
Has been 20 years
He takes no lip off nobody
and litter off the gutter
he puts it in a bag
and never thinks to mutter
He packs his lunch in a sunblest bag
and the children call him bogey
he never lets on
but i know cos he once told me
He let me know a secret
about the money in his kitty
He's gonnae by a dingy
gonna call her Dig-ni-ty
RIFF: X2
And I'll sail her up the West coast
through villages n towns
I'll be on my holidays
and they'll be doin their rounds
they'll ask me how I got her
I'll say I saved my money
they'll say isn't she pretty
that ship called dig-ni-ty
It goes sometin like that all the way through,