I have three verses:

RED ROSE CAFE
(P Cartner & D Black)

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

CHORUS:
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
And they try not to talk about trade
The poet won't write any verses tonight
But he may sing a sweet serenade
The grey-haired old man at the piano will play
Any song that you're wanting to hear
And Anthea she doesn't know how to sing
But the customers give her a cheer

Outside the real world races along
It's all dark and a little bit sad
So it's good to know there's a place you can go
Where a good time can be had
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