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

With 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 fishheads 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

And when he can't go on

He plants his nose in the sky

And he wipes it up above

And he pisses like I cry

For an unfaithful love In the port of Amsterdam

In the port of Amsterdam