Well, Graham was just sixteen
And he kept knuckledusters in parts of his dreams
And he worked on Liverpool Docks in the day
And 50p an hour was his pay

Well that's 50p an hour, whoa-oa
And he's working on the docks in the cold rain
And he tries to act as if he's bold
But he's just another tainted soul

Well, Graham took the bus to London
With thirty [?] that were roughing Houston
He was beaten, robbed and raped
And those docks, oh those docks seemed so far away

Well that's 50p an hour, whoa-oa
And he's working on the docks in the cold rain
And he tries to act as if he's bold
But he's just another tainted soul

But let me tell, let me tell you his story
Well he's tired and lonely
And his soul's bruised
Just like his feet

But then one day, Graham got saved
He found a better way (well it's a better way now)
He got saved by a girl called Julie with a heart of gold
and his hair all unruly
Well one day, they got married
Had three kids and live in Waltham Abbey now
Seldom Graham thinks of the docks
While his peaceful wife washes his socks

And that's 50p an hour, whoa-oa
And he's working on the docks in the cold rain
And he tries to act as if he's bold
But he's just another tainted soul