Amsterdam

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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 a wide-open sea
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And in the Port of Amsterdam, there's a sailor who sleeps
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as the river bank weeps with the old willow tree


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


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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 fish heads and tails
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He'll show you his teeth that have rotted too soon
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That could haul up the sails, that could swallow the moon.

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

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In the Port of Amsterdam, you can watch sailors dance
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**Honchos burst in their pants, finding women to punch
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They've forgotten the tune that 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 they laugh and they lust
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To the rancid sound of their accordion burst
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And then out in the night with 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 sailor who drinks
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And he drinks and he drinks and he drinks once again
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And he drinks to the health of the whores of Amsterdam
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Who have given themselves to a thousand other men

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


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