| They come from the farms and the factories too
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| And they all soon forget who they are.
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| The cares of today are soon washed away
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| As they sit at a stool by the bar.
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| The girl with green eyes in the Rolling Stones shirt
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| Doesn’t look like she works on the land.
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| The man at the end, he’s a very good friend
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| Of a man who sells cars second hand.
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| CHORUS:
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| Down at the Red Rose Cafe in the Harbour
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| There by the port just outside Amsterdam.
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| Everyone shares in the songs and the laughter.
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| Everyone there is so happy to be there.
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| The salesmen relax with a few pints of beer
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| As they try not to speak about trade.
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| The poet won’t write any verses tonight.
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| He may sing a sweet serenade.
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| So pull up a chair and forget about life.
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| It’s a good thing to do now and then
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| And if you like it here I have an idea
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| Tomorrow let’s all meet again. |