Rotterdam (Or Anywhere) - The Beautiful South

And the women tug their hair

Like they're trying to prove it won't fall out

And all the men are gargoyles

Dipped long in Irish stout

The whole place is pickled

The people are pickles for sure

And no one knows if they've done more here

Than they ever would do in a jar

This could be Rotterdam or anywhere

Liverpool or Rome

'Cause Rotterdam is anywhere

Anywhere alone

Anywhere alone

And everyone is blonde

And everyone is beautiful

And when blondes and beautiful are multiple

They become so dull and dutiful

And when faced with dull and dutiful

They fire red warning flares

Battle khaki personality

With red underwear

This could be Rotterdam or anywhere

Liverpool or Rome

'Cause Rotterdam is anywhere

Anywhere alone

Anywhere alone

The whole place is pickled

The people are pickles for sure

And no one knows if they've done more here

Than they ever would do in a jar

This could be Rotterdam or anywhere

Liverpool or Rome

'Cause Rotterdam is anywhere

Anywhere alone

This could be Rotterdam or anywhere

Liverpool or Rome

'Cause Rotterdam is anywhere

Anywhere alone

Anywhere alone

Anywhere alone

Anywhere alone

Anywhere alone, alone, alone

This could be Rotterdam or anywhere

Liverpool or Rome

'Cause Rotterdam is anywhere alone

Alone, alone