Thereâs a man youâll meet On a Govan Street Heâs a shyster and a conman Has been 20 years And he takes no bills off nobody His morals in the gutter Heâll buy your company And then pull down the shutters Heâll pre-pack your club in a body bag The children call him Googly He never lets on But then again why should he? He wonât tell you the secret Of the black hole in his kitty Heâs waiting for a tax bomb Then heâll shut down Dignity And all along the west coast In villages and towns They think heâs the Whyte knight But theyâre effing clowns They donât ask about his billions I say, heâs got no money It ainât gonna be pretty The end of Dignity And weâre telling this story And it isnât a dream Itâs not in the papers Just here and RTC And I think of them gone And all that that means Thereâs no place in the future For Dignity And all along the west coast In villages and towns They will all be raging The place will get burnt down Theyâll ask âhow could this happen?â Weâll say, âgive Liz her money!â And isnât it funny The end of Dignity Wind them up, wind them up, wind them up, wind them up, wind them up, wind them up! Donât come back again, donât come back again, donât come back again, donât come back again! And Iâm thinking about pub And Iâm thinking about beer Iâm not thinking about work! And Iâm thinking, how good it will be To be here some day Without a team called Dignity A team called Dignity That team.
