Amsterdam

In the port of Amsterdam, there's a sailor who sings
Of the dreams that he brings
Of 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 town fight
In the port of Amsterdam, there's a sailor who's born
By a hut money moor

In the dawn's early light

In the port of Amsterdam, where the sailors all meet
There's a sailor who eats
Only fish heads and tails
And he will show you his teeth that have rotten too soon

That can hold up the sails
That can swallow the moon
And he yells to the cook with his arms open wide
Oh, bring me more fish
Throw it down by my side
And he'll want so to belch but he's too full, I try
So he stands up and laughs
When he zips up his fly

In the port of Amsterdam, you can see sailors dance
Pouches burst in their pants
Grindin' women into their porridge
They've forgotten the tune that their whiskey voice croaked
Spittin' the night with the roar of their jokes
And they turn and they dance
And they laugh and they lust
'Til the rancid sound of the accordion bursts
In and out of the night with their pride in their pants
And the sluts 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

Oh, he'll drink to the health of the whores of Amsterdam
That have given their bodies
To a thousand other men
Yes, they bargained love for sure
Their goodness all gone
For a few dirty coins
Ah, he just can't go on
He throws his nose to the sky
When he aims it up above

And he pisses like a cry
For the unfaithful love

In the port of Amsterdam
In the port of Amsterdam