There`s a man I meet,Walks up our street,
He`s 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 thinks to mutter
And he packs his lunch in a Sunblest bag,The children call him Bogie,
He never lets on,But I know `cause he once told me
He let me know a secret,About the money in his kitty,
He`s gonna buy a dinghy,Gonna call her Dignity
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And I`ll sail her up the west coast,Through villages and towns,
I`ll be on my holidays,They`ll be doing their rounds
They`ll ask me how I got her I`ll say,I saved my money,
He`s 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 thinks to mutter
And he packs his lunch in a Sunblest bag,The children call him Bogie,
He never lets on,But I know `cause he once told me
He let me know a secret,About the money in his kitty,
He`s gonna buy a dinghy,Gonna call her Dignity
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And I`ll sail her up the west coast,Through villages and towns,
I`ll be on my holidays,They`ll be doing their rounds
They`ll ask me how I got her I`ll say,I saved my money,