Amsterdam

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[Verse 1]
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In the port of Amsterdam there's a sailor who sings
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Of the dreams that he brings from the wide open sea
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In the port of Amsterdam there's a sailor who sleeps
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While the riverbank weeps with the old willow tree
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In the port of Amsterdam there's a sailor who dies
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Full of beer, full of cries in a drunken down fight
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And in the port of Amsterdam there's a sailor who's born
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On a muggy hot morn by the dawn's early light


[Verse 2]
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In the port of Amsterdam where the sailors all meet
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There's a sailor who eats only fishheads and tails
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He will show you his teeth that have rotted too soon
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That can swallow the moon, that can haul up the sails
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And he yells to the cook with his arms open wide
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"Bring me more fish put it down by my side!"
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Then he wants so to belch but he's too full to try
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So he gets up and laughs and he zips up his fly


[Verse 3]
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In the port of Amsterdam you can see sailors dance
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Paunches bursting their pants grinding women to paunch
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They've forgotten the tune that their whisky voice croaks
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Splitting the night with the roar of their jokes
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And they turn and they dance and they laugh and they lust
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Till the rancid sound of the accordion bursts
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Then out to the night with their pride in their pants
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And the slut that they tow underneath the street lamps


[Verse 4]
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In the port of Amsterdam there's a sailor who drinks
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And he drinks and he drinks and he drinks once again
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He drinks to the health of the whores of Amsterdam
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Who have promised their love to a thousand other men
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They've bargained their bodies and their virtue's long gone
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For a few dirty coins and when he can't go on
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He plants his nose in the sky and he wipes it up above
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And he pisses like I cry for an unfaithful love
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In the port of Amsterdam, in the port of Amsterdam