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SMALL FACES
Rene

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?) [readies = ready cash]


Just make your way down to The Crown & Anchor [London pub]


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 witha stoker from the coast of Kuala Lumpur