(Verse 1) After a concert in Zwolle, the evening air was cool, Standing by the parking meter, playing by the rules. A few young ladies in front, with accents from afar, Struggling with the machine, wishing for a star. (Chorus) "Oh, it's so expensive here," they sighed, I told them with a smile and pride, "Be glad you're not in Randstad, my dear, You'd pay double the price, right here." (Verse 2) They laughed and turned to me, eyes wide with surprise, "But sir, for us Zwolle's the Randstad!" came their cries. I chuckled and I nodded, understanding their view, For every place you go, the world feels new. (Chorus) "Oh, it's so expensive here," they sighed, I told them with a smile and pride, "Be glad you're not in Randstad, my dear, You'd pay double the price, right here." (Bridge) In the city lights, where the night unfolds, Every story's unique, every moment holds. From Zwolle to Randstad, it’s a different place, But the same moon and stars, shine on every face. (Chorus) "Oh, it's so expensive here," they sighed, I told them with a smile and pride, "Be glad you're not in Randstad, my dear, You'd pay double the price, right here." (Outro) So here in Zwolle's heart, with laughter in the air, We find our common ground, in the stories that we share. No matter where you come from, near or far away, In every city's glow, we find a place to stay. [Fade to silence]
