Amsterdam

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 a drunken down fight
 And in the port of Amsterdam, there's a sailor who's born
 On a muggy hot 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 heads and tails
 He will show you his teeth, that have rotted too soon
 That can swallow the moon, that can haul up the sails
 And he yells to the cook, with his arms open wide
 "Bring me more fish, put it down by my side"
 Then he wants so to belch but he's too full to try
 So he gets up and laughs and he zips up his fly
 In the port of Amsterdam, you can see sailors dance
 Paunches bursting their pants, grinding women to paunch
 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
 Then out to the night with their pride in their pants
 With 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 and he drinks once again
 He drinks to the health of the whores of Amsterdam
 Who have promised their love, to a thousand other men
 They've bargained their bodies and their virtue long gone
 For a few dirty coins, when he can't go on
 He plants his nose in the sky, wipes it up above
 And he pisses like I cry for an unfaithful love
 In the port of Amsterdam
 In the port of Amsterdam