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
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