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