Lyrics Rene - 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 = cash and having them 'in the
bin' means having money)
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 yours
Well, there’s a kid of every shape and colour
Safely hid in coal-shed double locked (this alludes to black kids by white
prostitutes, hidden away)
Well 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