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'm telling this story in a faraway scene

Sipping down raki and reading Maynard Keynes

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

And a place in the winter for dignity

I'll set it up, set it up, set it up

And I'm thinking about home

And I'm thinking about faith

And I'm thinking about work

And I'm thinking, how good it would be

To be here some day on a ship called Dignity

A ship called Dignity, that ship