text: Round the curve of The Parrot Bar
  A broken-down old movie star
  Hustling and Easterner
  Bringing out the beast in her
  A high dive in a swimming pool
  Filled with needles and with fools
  The memories are short, but the tales are long
  When youre in the Reeperbahn
  They called her Rosie when she was a girl
  For her bright red cheeks and her strawberry curls
  When she would laugh, the river would run
  She said shed be a comedian
  Oh what a pity, oh what a shame
  When she said come calling, nobody came
  Now her bright red cheeks are painted on
  And shes laughing her head off in the Reeperbahn
  Now little Hans was always strange
  Wearing womens underthings
  His father beat him, but he wouldnt change
  He ran off with a man one day
  Now his lingerie is all the rage
  In the black on every page
  His father proudly calls his name
  Down there in the Reeperbahn
  Now if youve lost your inheritance
  And all youve left is common sense
  And youre not too picky about the crowd you keep
  Or the mattress where you sleep
  Behind every window, behind every door
  The apple is gone, but theres always the core
  The seeds will sprout up right through the floor
  Down there in the Reeperbahn
  Down there in the Reeperbahn