Beckton Dumps Lyrics - Humble Pie

Baby, 

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! Yer! 

Put on my old string vest. 

Swing it on, baby. 

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! Yer! 

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 ship 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 ya! 

I'll be right back! 

I won't go there!