Amsterdam

In the port Of Amsterdam there’s a sailor who sings

Of the dreams that he brings from the wide open sea

In the port of Amsterdam there’s a sailor who sleeps

While the river bank weeps to the old willow tree

In the port of Amsterdam there’s a sailor who dies

Full of beer, full of cries in a drunken down fight

But in the port of Amsterdam there’s a sailor who’s born

On a muggy, hot morn by the dawns early light

In the port of Amsterdam where the sailors all meet

There’s a sailor who eats only fish heads and tails

He will show you his teeth that have rotted too soon

That can swallow the moon that can haul up the sails

And he yells to the cook with his arms open wide

Bring me more fish, put it down by my side

And he wants so to belch, but he’s too full to try

So he gets up and he laughs, and he zips up his fly

In the port of Amsterdam you can see sailors dance

paunches bursting their pants, grinding women to pot

They’ve forgotten the tune that their whiskey voice croak

Splitting the night with the roar of their jokes

And they turn and they dance and they laugh and they lust

To the rancid sounds of the accordion burst

Then their out into the night with their pride in their pants

With a slut that they tow underneath the street lamps

In the port of Amsterdam there’s a sailor who drinks

And he drinks, and he drinks, and he drinks once again

He drinks to the health of the whores of Amsterdam

Who have promised their love to a thousand other men

And they bargain their bodies, and their virtue long gone

For a few dirty coins and then when he can’t go on

He plants his nose in the sky and he wipes it up above

And he spits like I'd cry for an unfaithful love

In the port of Amsterdam,

In the port of Amsterdam

In the port of Amsterdam