Amsterdam

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In the Port of Amsterdam, there's a
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 sailor who sings
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Of the dreams that he brings from a
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 wide-open sea
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And in the Port of Amsterdam, 
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there's a sailor who sleeps
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as the river bank weeps with the old
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 willow tree


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And in the Port of Amsterdam, 
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there's a sailor who dies
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full of beer, full of cries from a 
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drunken town fight
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And in the Port of Amsterdam, 
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there's a sailor who's born
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on a hot, muggy morn, 'neath the 
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dawns early light


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In the Port of Amsterdam, where the
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 sailors all meet
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there's a sailor who eats only fish 
heads and tails
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He'll show you his teeth that have 
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rotted too soon
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That could haul up the sails, that
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 could swallow the moon.

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And he'll scream to the cook, with 
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his arms open wide
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Bring me more fish, throw'em down by
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And he wants so to belch, but he's 
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too full to try
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So he stands up and laughs, and 
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then unzips his fly

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In the Port of Amsterdam, you can 
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watch sailors dance
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**Honchos burst in their pants, 
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finding women to punch
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They've forgotten the tune that 
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their whiskey voice croaked
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Spending the night with the roar of 
their joke

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And they turn and they dance and 
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they laugh and they lust
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To the rancid sound of their 
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accordion burst
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And then out in the night with 
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their pride in their pants
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And the sluts after **two underneath
 the street lamps

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In the Port of Amsterdam, there's a
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 sailor who drinks
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And he drinks and he drinks and he 
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drinks once again
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And he drinks to the health of the 
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whores of Amsterdam
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Who have given themselves to a 
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thousand other men

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And they'll trade in their virtue, 
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their goodness all gone
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For a **pilfery of coins, till they
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 just can't go on
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Throws his nose to the sky, and he 
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aims up above
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And then pisses a cry for an 
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unfaithful love


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