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 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 they ll say isn t she pretty that ship called dignity and i m telling this story in a faraway scene sipping down raki and reading maynard keynes and i m thinking about home and all 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 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 dignity set it up set it up set it up set it up set it up set it up yeah set it up again set it up again set it up again set it up again set it up set it up set it up set it up set it up set it up yeah set it up again set it up again set it up again set it up again and i m thinking about home and i m thinking about faith and i m thinking about work and i m thinking about how good it would be to be here some day on a ship called dignity a ship called dignity that ship