I lost my voice
In a squatters' pub in Rotterdam
I met an Argentinian

But that's OK with me

We drank all night

Drinking to the memory
Drinking to the Hand Of God
And the referee


I lost my mind
Tequila washed it clean away

I'll maybe get it back some day
I don't know I don't care


We danced all night
Dancing to the memory
Samba tango meringay

And the doh-see-doh

The hand - the hand - the hand - the hand of God

The hand - the hand - the hand - the hand of God
The hand - the hand - the hand - the hand
The hand - the hand of God


A quien madruga
Dios le ayuda

Habla ustey Inglese?
No intiendo


I lost my voice
In a squatters' pub in Rotterdam
I met an Argentinian

But that's OK with me

Put a Hand Of God

On a squatters' wall in Rotterdam
Wrote beside it 'Love From Stan'
Adios, goodbye