here she is parading on the quaysidenYou can find her every nightnAh, waiting for a stevedore from Tyneside -nWhy it's Rene, the docker's delight!nnWell, if you just got off an oil tankernAnd you've got the readies (in the bin?) [readies = ready cash]nJust make your way down to The Crown & Anchor [London pub]nAsk for Rene (ohh, hello ducks!) and you'll be well in.nnShe's Rene, the docker's delight, and a ship's in every nightnRomping with a stoker from the coast of Kuala LumpurnnLove is like an 'ole in the wallnA line-up in the warehouse no trouble at allnIf you can spare the money, you'll have a ball -nShe'll have your oars out!nnWell, there's a kid of every shape and colournSafely hid in coal-sheds (double-locked?)nWhere it's been said that Rene is the mother.nI wonder - well, there you go!nnShe's Rene, the docker's delight, and a ship's in every nightnGroping witha stoker from the coast of Kuala Lumpur