Amsterdam

In the port of Amsterdam
There's a sailor who sings
Of the dreams that he brings
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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
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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
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Grinding women's with paunch (not sure about this line)
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
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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