(Hofstede/Kloet/Stips - Hofstede)
  It's early in the morning
  He's climbing up
  The ladder to the top
  Of his crane
  He's smoking a cigarette
  In his cockpit of glass
  Look down
  The town's
  Still asleep
  Peter and I were walking
  Along the long canal
  We could smell the factory
  Smoke
  Dirty filling-station
  We arranged the row of cans
  Till they said so so so so
  Cranedriver lift me up
  Put me in my past
  Cranedriver lift me up
  Cranedriver lift me up
  Put me in my past
  Cranedriver lift me up
  Now Peter's building houses
  I am a keeper of records
  Both of '51
  The cranedriver's climbing down
  Every step a year
  It takes him twenty to the ground
  Cranedriver lift me up
  Put me in my past
  Cranedriver lift me up
  Cranedriver lift me up
  Put me in my past
  Cranedriver lift me up