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 !@#% 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 !@^%s 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