I wake up in old Cape Town.
In the hotel (with the name) „Rose’s Lime Juice“. The hotel owner knocks on my door.
She hands me the bill from Betty D.

And I ask her, who is Betty Davisson?
And she answer, she’s your girl and she’s waiting for you.
I think Am I dreaming or is the Gin in my brain?
Too many pictures are in my head.

It’s in the afternoon and my head is hurting. From lots of gin with lime juice.
A thousand voices from the waterfront,
They shout hey man! Hey, find Betty D.

And I ask myself, who is Betty Davisson?
Is it a Dream, or is it the Gin in my brain?
And I don’t know Betty Davisson.
I hear the story for the first time.

And I’m walking down Long Street.
From „Tiger Milk“ to the „Long Street Cafe“.
I pass the beggar with the sad smile
and he asks me where is betty D.?

I say oh god! Who is Betty Davisson?
Is it Voodoo? Or is it the gin in my brain?
And his answer is, she’s your girl, she’s beautiful.
But I hear the story for the first time.

And the red line, it drives fast.
From little Woodstock to Sunset Beach.
In „Table View“ I meet my friend Bruce.
Bruce is a man who knows everything.

I ask him, tell me who is Betty Davisson?
And Bruce says to me she’s your girl,
my friend.
I say this is Voodoo or the Gin in my brain?
I hear things for the first time.

And the sailor from Signal Hill.
Takes me from Mountain to Sea Point Beach. And we fly into the sunset.
I close my eyes high above the Sea.

I’m still looking for Betty Davisson?
And the wind and me and Betty Davisson
and the wind and me and Betty Davisson.
I hear the story for the first time.