In the port of Amsterdam

There's a sailor who sings

Of the dreams that he brings

From the wide open sea



In the port of Amsterdam

There's a sailor who sleeps

While the riverbank weeps

To the old willow tree



In the port of Amsterdam

There's a sailor who dies

Full of beer, full of cries

In the drunken town fight



In the port of Amsterdam

There's a sailor who's born

On a hot muggy morn

By the dawn's early light



In the port of Amsterdam

Where the sailors all meet

There's a sailor who eats

Only fish head and tails

And he'll show you his teeth

That have rotted too soon

That can haul up the sails

That can swallow the moon

And he yells to the cook

With his arms open wide

Hey! bring me more fish

Throw it down by my side

And he once sought to belch

But he's too full to try

So he stands up and laughs

And he zips up his fly



In the port of Amsterdam

You can see the sailors dance

ANd they're bursting their pants

Grinding women to porch

They've forgotten the tune

That their whiskey voice croaked

Splitting the night with the

Roar of their jokes

And they turn and they dance

And they laugh and they lust

'Til the rancid sound of the

Accordion bursts and then

Out of the night

With their pride in their pants

And the sluts 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

He'll drink to the health

Of the whores of Amsterdam

Who've given their bodies

To a thousand other men

Yeah they bargain their virtue

Their goodness all gone

For a few dirty coins

When they just can't go on

Blows his nose to the sky

On the sea up above

And he pisses like I cry

In the port of Amsterdam

In the port of Amsterdam