Beckton Dumps - Humble Pie

Oh yeah

I can’t seem to open my eyes

But I must get out of this bed

'Cause the phone keeps ringing downstairs

And I know that this ain’t no place for a sleepy head

I go down to my chest, oh yeah!

Put on my old string vest

Swing it on, babe

Well I feel like I’m in need so I go back up for a smoke

And then I slip back in my easy chair then I give my lucky dog a stroke

Well he just gives me a wink and I know what that mean now

Well it mean that I need to put on his lead

If I don’t want a mess on my cheap pan

That’s cool 'cause I know I can trust him

To grab the fuzz if they bust in

Get him, boy, oh yeah

Well what does it take to make a jelly roll?

Who can you sell?

When I wake up to a grey day

How do I slip away so easily?

Oh!

Baby!

Baby!

Well I feel too old to get a hair cut

And I ain’t had a shave in months

Now when I don’t go out, I keep my door shut

And I get on back to good old Beckton Dumps

Drowning, now warn you

I’ll be right back

I won’t go there