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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!
here 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!
to Sydney Harbour
Where the dockers have organised
The world's longest picket line

Technically this is an illegal strike, never cross a picket line
But
Jolly roger in a pickup
Has a packet on the horses
He's a docker with a bucket -
Just the ticket in a thicket.


Silly sally isn't pally
With
trojans & my boxers on 
It's cool I got my docker's on (my docker's on) 
Jennie Jones & Nia Long 
We don't have to get on?? 
I got plenty hoes?? 
I rap fast
call a bit of alright 
I'm out of control 
I like blonde hair and sailor's tops 
Fish tights and prison crops 
Long tongues and docker's grips 
Pony
Au Macumba, Macumba 
Elle danse tous les soirs 
Pour les dockers du port qui ne pensent qu'à boire

Au Macumba, Macumba
Elle danse tous les soirs
Au Macumba, Macumba 
Elle danse tous les soirs 
Pour les dockers du port qui ne pensent qu'à boire

Au Macumba, Macumba
Elle danse tous les soirs
Au Macumba, Macumba 
Elle danse tous les soirs 
Pour les dockers du port qui ne pensent qu'à boire

Au Macumba, Macumba
Elle danse tous les soirs
When I love you
I do
When I need you
I do
When I take too many laxatives
I do, do
In my pants
Oh yeah baby
All over my docker's
where I've been an' less tae whaur I'm gan

I've done my share o' humpin' wi' the dockers on the Clyde
I've helpit Buckie trawlers haul their herrin's
You go down the pub, you wear make up
And old Dad's trousers, why don't you tidy up?
You talk like a docker but you act like a queer
You drink
You go down the pub
You wear make up
And old dads trousers
Why don't you tidy up
You talk like a docker but you act like a queer
You drink
And the cross stitching is a cross mixing
Of a rhinoceros, possum skin, giraffe and a dolphin
Fin Dockers, OshKoshes, drop crotches
Swatch watches and sneakers
preposterous Nikes made out of ostrich
And the cross stitching is a cross mixing
Of a rhinoceros, possum skin, giraffe and a dolphin
Fin Dockers, OshKoshes,
Au Macumba, Macumba 
Elle danse tous les soirs 
Pour les dockers du port qui ne pensent qu'à boire

Au Macumba, Macumba
Elle danse tous les soirs
docker's shift
Lay deep in the hollow ground

Here upon on this water side
In the evening when I close my eyes
I burn, bend, and brace
For another long
docker's shift
Lay deep in the hollow ground

Here upon on this water side
In the evening when I close my eyes
I burn, bend, and brace
For another long
eiderdown, and silence.

CHE
What makes a city hum? Who gives it life? The descamisados, the shirtless ones, the laborers, the butchers, the dockers
I was a miner
I was a docker
I was a railway man
Between the wars
I raised a family
In times of austerity
With sweat at the foundry
Between
and McQueen
Yeah, pants so clean they look like some Dockers
Ride the four stroke and I crank the throttle
This shit so sturdy I wheelie through potholes
I was a miner
I was a docker
I was a railway man
Between the wars
I raised a family
In times of austerity
With sweat at the foundry
Between
the best I can
I ain't no Superman
But Sam I am

And I'm a feel good doctor
Big bad talker
After midnight walker
Sittin on the bay docker
I'm
paradox
And a really shitty rapper in my favorite pair of socks ironed pair of dockers
Two Glocks cocked screamin' west side!
With the speakers blastin'

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