Amsterdam

Here I am in Amsterdam
 Walking the canals with my old man
 Guess who's in love with Amsterdam
 I am, I am, I am, I am, I am, I am, I am
 He's telling me all about who came from here
 Maybe Van Gogh and maybe Vermeer
 But he hasn't studied art well over ten years
 Ten years, ten years, ten years, ten years
 Ten years, ten years, ten years
 Leave me in the Netherlands
 Where all the old houses seem to slant
 Toward the street where the people stand
 In wooden shoes and talk about Rembrandt
 In the Netherlands
 Walking down a street with a crazy name
 And dad keeps walking in the bike lane
 While admiring all those window frames
 Those frames, those frames, those window frames
 Those great Dutch window frames
 Well, I'll hate to leave when it's time to go
 Maybe I'll learn Dutch when I get home
 Sounds great now but I probably won't
 I won't, I won't, I probably won't
 I know I probably won't
 So leave me in the Netherlands
 Where all the old houses seem to slant
 Toward the street where the people stand
 In wooden shoes and talk about Rembrandt
 In the Netherlands
 Here I am in Amsterdam
 Here I am in Amsterdam
 Here I am in Amsterdam