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
