Dirty Davey

Dirty Davey's down the front And he's met the coppers there T He'll be taking you in 'cause 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 And 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 --- Dirty Davey - The Levellers