Dogend Dave

Dogend Dave he’s ok picks up the shit we throw away
Cigarette buts, bottles and cans
He cashes them in for a couple of pounds

He don’t care what the people think
He don’t wash much so he kinda stinks
But he smiles like a gentleman
And pretends he’s a rogue and what he calls home is the open road

Dogend Dave he’s one step away from a decent meal and a paupers grave
He knows all the bus stops where the doggies are long
It’s the universal mix and he sings a rock n roll song

Since my lady left me, I ain’t been feeling well
Staying at the vagrant suite at misery motel he’s so lonely cold and lonely

What he finds he can keep, he knows the places where a soul can sleep,
He ain’t got no boss and that makes me a man
He does what he can with his own two hands

He says he don’t work for no-one and he get things done, like nitty gritty
At the end of the day he has his dignity so don’t you take it away

It don’t matter to Dogend Dave what the weather man says
Snow and ice or a sunny day
Wind and rain it’s all the same to Dogend Dave

Dogend Dave, he’s ok met with death in an alleyway
Kicked to death by drunken kids
It was just a laugh we did it for kicks

Dogend Daves in the papers today
It’s a tragedy to end that way
For a character and a gentleman
Now he’s dead we all love Dogend Dave