Amsterdam

In the port of Amsterdam There's a sailor who sings Of the dreams that he brings From a wide open sea And in the port of Amsterdam There's a sailor who sleeps While the river bank weeps To the old willow tree And in the port of Amsterdam There's a sailor who dies Full of beers full of cries In a drunken down fight And in the port of Amsterdam There's a sailor who is born On the hot muggy 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'll show you his teeth That have rotted too soon That can drink down the moon That can haul up the sails And he turns to the cook With his arms open wide Oh bring me more fish Set 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 flies In the port of Amsterdam You can see sailors dance Paunches bursting their pants Grinding women to paunch They've forgotten the tune That their whiskey voice croaks Splitting the night With the roar of their jokes And they turn and they dance And they laugh and they lust Till the rancid sound Of the accordion bursts Then it’s in to the night With their pride in their pants And the 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 Oh he drinks to the health Of the whores of Amsterdam Who have promised their bodies To a thousand other men They have bargained their bodies Their virtues all gone For the few dirty coins When he just can't go on He puts his nose in the air And he wipes it up above And he pisses like I cry For an unfaithful love In the port of Amsterdam In the port of Amsterdam In the port of Amsterdam end on