Well, Graham was just sixteennAnd he kept knuckledusters in parts of his dreamsnAnd he worked on Liverpool Docks in the daynAnd 50p an hour was his paynnWell that's 50p an hour, whoa-oanAnd he's working on the docks in the cold rainnAnd he tries to act as if he's boldnBut he's just another tainted soulnnWell, Graham took the bus to LondonnWith thirty [?] that were roughing HoustonnHe was beaten, robbed and rapednAnd those docks, oh those docks seemed so far awaynnWell that's 50p an hour, whoa-oanAnd he's working on the docks in the cold rainnAnd he tries to act as if he's boldnBut he's just another tainted soulnnBut let me tell, let me tell you his storynWell he's tired and lonelynAnd his soul's bruisednJust like his feetnnBut then one day, Graham got savednHe found a better way (well it's a better way now)nHe got saved by a girl called Julie with a heart of goldnand his hair all unrulynWell one day, they got marriednHad three kids and live in Waltham Abbey nownSeldom Graham thinks of the docksnWhile his peaceful wife washes his socksnnAnd that's 50p an hour, whoa-oanAnd he's working on the docks in the cold rainnAnd he tries to act as if he's boldnBut he's just another tainted soul