Jack Dandy
The Men They Couldn't Hang Lyrics


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Winter nineteen eighty one down at the station
Sleeping bag and sixty three pounds heading for waterloo station
Last night I shook my fathers hand told him I was leaving
But as the train goes past the docks my heart stays unbelieving

Sometimes I wish I was rich
Sometimes I wish that I was dead
Sometimes I wish that I was back on the train
Sometimes I wish that I was home again

But I'm strutting with the cats
Running with the dogs
Drinking down the poison to the bottom of the dregs
Looking for the secret of the little white bags

Sometimes I wish I was rich
Sometimes I wish that I was dead
Sometimes I wish that I was back on the train
Sometimes I wish that I was home again

But I'm strutting with the cats
Running with the dogs
Drinking down the poison to the bottom of the dregs
Looking for the secret of the little white bags

All the friends I left behind die slowly on the dole
The factory on the big estate has swallowed my best friend whole
Now I'm living in a hammersmith squat watching an old TV
On the screen the days go by and never stop for me

Sometimes I wish I was rich
Sometimes I wish that I was dead
Sometimes I wish that I was back on the train
Sometimes I wish that I was home again

But I'm strutting with the cats
Running with the dogs




Drinking down the poison to the bottom of the dregs
Looking for the secret of the little white bags

Overall Meaning

The Men They Couldn't Hang's song Jack Dandy is a tale of a young man leaving his life behind and heading to the big city in search of adventure. The lyrics depict a sense of restlessness and wandering, as the singer finds himself living in a squat in Hammersmith and seeking out the "secret of the little white bags." He reflects on his decision to leave his old life behind, but also struggles with feelings of regret and homesickness.


The song paints a vivid picture of the rough and tumble world of London in the early 1980s, with references to sleeping rough at a train station, running with dogs and cats, and drinking "poison to the bottom of the dregs." It also touches on the harsh realities of life for those left behind in the singer's hometown, with references to friends dying slowly on the dole and a factory swallowing up a loved one.


Line by Line Meaning

Winter nineteen eighty one down at the station
In the winter of 1981, I found myself at the station.


Sleeping bag and sixty three pounds heading for waterloo station
I had a sleeping bag and only 63 pounds with me as I headed towards Waterloo station.


Last night I shook my fathers hand told him I was leaving
The night before, I said goodbye to my father and told him I was leaving.


But as the train goes past the docks my heart stays unbelieving
Even though the train passed the docks, I couldn't shake off my disbelief and uncertainty about leaving.


Sometimes I wish I was rich
At times, I wish I had wealth.


Sometimes I wish that I was dead
Occasionally, death seems like a preferable option to my present circumstances.


Sometimes I wish that I was back on the train
I occasionally long to return to my journey on the train.


Sometimes I wish that I was home again
I sometimes desire to be back in the comfort of my home.


But I'm strutting with the cats
Despite my desires, I am currently living boldly like the street cats.


Running with the dogs
I am also running wild with dogs.


Drinking down the poison to the bottom of the dregs
I am consuming the poison of life, all the way to the bottom of it all.


Looking for the secret of the little white bags
I am searching for the secrets that lie within the little white bags.


All the friends I left behind die slowly on the dole
All the friends I left behind are struggling and barely surviving on welfare.


The factory on the big estate has swallowed my best friend whole
My best friend has been consumed by the factory on the estate.


Now I'm living in a hammersmith squat watching an old TV
Currently, I am living in a Hammersmith squat and spending my time watching an old TV.


On the screen the days go by and never stop for me
The television screen shows how the days continue to pass me by, never stopping for me.




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