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 seems 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 dig-ni-ty

That ship!!