Rene

Rene

Small Faces

There she is parading on the quayside
You can find her every night
Ah, 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
Romping 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

Written by MARRIOTT, STEVE/LANE, RONALD
Published by EMI Music Publishing

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