| Dirty Davey’s down the front and he’s met the coppers there
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| They’ll be taking you in cos they hate your skin
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| And he’s dragged away by the hair
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| CHORUS
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| It’s a kick in the head and a prison bed
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| And you tell me it’s the law
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| Well Davey’s out on two weeks bail and he’s down the town to score
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| When it all falls in and he’s pinned by the chin
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| And they’vve rusted every floor
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| CHORUS
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| Davey’s down the old grey squat
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| And he’s lying with his lass
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| When there’s a brick through the pane
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| ANd he’s out on the lane
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| With the bailiffs and the glass
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| CHORUS
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| The court comes up on Monday morning and Davey’s in the dock
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| He can’t stop his tears when he gets two years
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| And you can’t turn back the clock
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| CHORUS
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| Well Davey’s had it up to here
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| Banging his head on the wall
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| So he tied his pants to the prison bars
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| And he’s hung till he’s clear of it all
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| CHORUS
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| There’s a law for the rich and a lwa for the poor
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| And a law for Dirty Davey
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| His body’s gone but his soul lives on Here’s to you Dirty Davey
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| Corrupt, corrupt from the bottom to the top
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| And you tell me it’s the law |