There's a man I need, walks up our street He's a worker for the council, has been twenty

years And he takes no lip of nobody, and litter off

the gutter Puts sin in a bag, and never thinks to mutter

And he packs his lunch in a sunless bag, the children call him boogie

He never lets off, 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

And I'll sail her up the west coast, through villages and towns

I'll be on my holidays, they'll be doing the 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 Dignity

And I'm telling a story, in a faraway sea Sipping down raki, and reading Menarche's

And I'm thinking about home, and all that that means

And a place in the winter, for Dignity

And I'll sail her up the west coast, through villages and towns

I'll be on my holidays, they'll be doing the 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 Dignity

** Sneezing sound **

** Sneezing sound! **

I sail her up, sail her up, sail her up, sail her up, sail her up, sail her up

Yeah, I sail her up again, sail her up again, sail her up again, sail her up again

Sail her up, sail her up, sail her up, sail her up, sail her up, sail her up

Yeah I sail her up again, sail her up again, sail her up again, sail her up again

And I'm thinking about old, and I'm thinking about faith,

and I'm thinking about work, and I'm

thinking how good it would be to be here someday

on a ship called Dignity, a ship called Dignity,