Dirty Davey's down the front

And he's met the coppers there T

hey'll be taking you in cos they hate your skin

And you're dragged away by the hair



It's a kick in the head and a prison bed

And you tell me it's the law



Well Davey's out on two weeks bail

And he's down the town to score

When it all falls in and he's pinned by the chin

And they've busted every floor



Davey's down the old grey squat

And he's lying with his lass

When there's a brick through the pane

And he's out on the lane

With the bailiffs and the glass



The court comes up on a monday morning

And Davey's in the dock

He can't stop his tears

When he gets two years

And he can't turn back the clock



Well Davey's had it up to here ...

Banging his head on the wall

So he's tied his pants to the prison bars ... A

nd he's hung till he's clear of it all



There's a law for the rich

And a law for the poor

And a law for Dirty Davey

His body's gone but his soul lives on

Here's to you Dirty Davey



Corrupt, corrupt from the bottom to the top

And you tell me it's the law