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 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.
Instrumental
Set it up, set it up, set it up, set it up, set it up, set it up,
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,
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,
Ohh.. That ship.
Words and Music - Ricky Ross