Lyrics:

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