Print

Now there she is parading on the quayside You can find her every night A-waiting for a stevedore from Tyneside - Why it's Rene, the docker's delight! Well, if you just got off an oil tanker And you've got the readies in the bin Just make your way down to The Crown & Anchor Ask for Rene (ohh, hello ducks!) and you'll be well in. She's Rene, the docker's delight, and a ship's in every night Groping with a stoker from the coast of Kuala Lumpur. Love is like an 'ole in the wall A line-up in the warehouse no trouble at all If you can spare the money, you'll have a ball She'll have your oars out! Well, there's a kid of every shape and colour Safely hid in coal-sheds (double-locked?) Where it's been said that Rene is the mother. I wonder - well, there you go! She's Rene, the docker's delight, and a ship's in every night Groping with a stoker from the coast of Kuala Lumpur. From Letras Mania