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