[This is a song about a London prostitute, so contains a lot of slang and

sexual innuendo, not all of which I understand!]

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 = ready cash]
Just make your way down to The Crown & Anchor [London pub]
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
Romping 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 your oars out!

Well, there's a kid of every shape and colour
Safely hid in coal-sheds (double-locked?)
Where 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 witha stoker from the coast of Kuala Lumpur