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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

as the river bank weeps with the old willow tree

And in the Port of Amsterdam, there's a sailor who dies

full of beer, full of cries from a drunken town fight

And in the Port of Amsterdam, there's a sailor who's born

on a hot, muggy morn, 'neath 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 could haul up the sails, that could swallow the moon.

And he'll scream to the cook, with his arms open wide

Bring me more fish, throw'em down by my side

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

So he stands up and laughs, and then unzips his fly

In the Port of Amsterdam, you can watch sailors dance

**Honchos burst in their pants, finding women to punch

They've forgotten the tune that their whiskey voice croaked

Spending the night with the roar of their joke

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

To the rancid sound of their accordion burst

And then out in the night with their pride in their pants

And the sluts after **two 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

And he drinks to the health of the whores of Amsterdam

Who have given themselves to a thousand other men

And they'll trade in their virtue, their goodness all gone

For a **pilfery of coins, till they just can't go on

Throws his nose to the sky, and he aims up above

And then pisses a cry for an unfaithful love

In the PORT OF AMSTERDAM, In the PORT OF AMSTERDAM!!!