| Around the curve of The Parrot Bar | |
| A broken-down old movie star | |
| Hustling and Easterner | |
| Bringing out the beast in her | |
| A high dive on a swimming pool | |
| Filled with needles and with fools | |
| The memories are short but the tales are long | |
| When you're in the Reeperbahn | |
| Oh, 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 she'd 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 she's laughing her head off in the Reeperbahn | |
| Now little Hans was always strange | |
| Wearing womens underthings | |
| His father beat him but he wouldn't 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 you've lost your inheritance | |
| And all you've left is common sense | |
| And you're not too picky about the crowd you keep | |
| Or the mattress where you sleep | |
| Behind every window, behind every door | |
| The apple has gone but there's always the core | |
| And the seeds will sprout up right through the floor | |
| Down there in the Reeperbahn | |
| Down there in the Reeperbahn | |
| Down there in the Reeperbahn |