Humble Pie - Beckton Dumps lyrics

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.