Red Rose Cafe
They come from the farms and the factories too
They all soon forget who they are
The cares of today, well, they're 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
And 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 harbor
There by the port just outside Amsterdam
Everyone there is so happy to be there
Well, the salesmen relax with a few pints of beer
They try not to talk about trade
The poet won't write any verses tonight
But 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 then I have an idea
Tomorrow let's all meet again
Down at the Red Rose Cafe in the harbor
There by the port just outside Amsterdam
Everyone there is so happy to be there
Down at the Red Rose Cafe in the harbor
There by the port just outside Amsterdam
Everyone there is so happy to be there
Everyone there is so happy to be there