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