In the port of Amsterdam there's a sailor who sings Of the dream that he brings from the wide open sea In the port of Amsterdam tThere's a sailor who sleeps While the river bank 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 town fight And 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 heads and tails And he'll show you his teeth that have rotten too soon That can swallow the moon that can haul up the sails And he yells to a cook with his arms open wide Bring me more fish, put it 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 zip up his fly
In the port of Amsterdam you can see sailors dance Paunches 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 Till 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 They've bargained their virtue all gone For a few dirty coins, well, he just can't go on Throws his nose to the sky and he aims it up above And he pisses like I cry on the unfaithful love
In the port of Amsterdam In the port of Amsterdam Goddamn Amsterdam....Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
