They come from the farms and the factories tooThey all soon forget who they areThe cares of today, well, they're soon washed awayAs they sit at a stool by the bar
The girl with green eyes in the Rolling Stones shirtDoesn't look like she works on the landAnd the man at the end, he's a very good friendOf a man who sells cars second hand
Down at the Red Rose Cafe in the harborThere by the port just outside AmsterdamEveryone shares in the songs and the laughterEveryone there is so happy to be there
Well, the salesmen relax with a few pints of beerThey try not to talk about tradeThe poet won't write any verses tonightBut he may sing a sweet serenade
So pull up a chair and forget about lifeIt's a good thing to do now and thenAnd if you like it here then I have an ideaTomorrow let's all meet again
Down at the Red Rose Cafe in the harborThere by the port just outside AmsterdamEveryone shares in the songs and the laughterEveryone there is so happy to be there
Down at the Red Rose Cafe in the harborThere by the port just outside AmsterdamEveryone shares in the songs and the laughterEveryone there is so happy to be thereEveryone there is so happy to be there