Port Of 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 haul up the sails that can swallow the moon

And he’ll yell to the cook with his arms open wide

Oh, bring me more fish though it’s down by my side

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

So he stands up and laughs and he zips up his flies

In the port of Amsterdam you can see sailors dance

Paunches bursting their pants grinding women’s with 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

And then out of 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 given their bodies to a thousand other men

It’s their worth and their goodness their virtues all gone

For the few dirty coins when he just can’t go on

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

And he pisses like I cry for an unfaithful love

In the port of Amsterdam

In the port of Amsterdam