Amsterdam

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verse 1 
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In the port of Amsterdam there's a sailor who sings 
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Of the dreams that he brings from the wide open sea 
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In the port of Amsterdam there's a sailor who sleeps 
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While the riverbank weeps with the old willow tree 
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In the port of Amsterdam there's a sailor who dies 
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Full of beer, full of cries in a drunken down fight 
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And in the port of Amsterdam there's a sailor who's born 
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On a muggy hot morn by the dawn's early light 

verse 2 
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In the port of Amsterdam where the sailors all meet 
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There's a sailor who eats only fishheads and tails 
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He will show you his teeth that have rotted too soon 
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That can swallow the moon, that can haul up the sails 
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And he yells to the cook with his arms open wide 
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"Bring me more fish put it down by my side!" 
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Then he wants so to belch but he's too full to try 
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So he gets up and laughs and he zips up his fly 

verse 3 
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In the port of Amsterdam you can see sailors dance 
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Paunches bursting their pants grinding women to paunch 
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They've forgotten the tune that their whisky voice croaks 
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Splitting the night with the roar of their jokes 
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And they turn and they dance and they laugh and they lust 
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Till the rancid sound of the accordion bursts 
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Then out to the night with their pride in their pants 
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And the slut that they tow underneath the street lamps 

verse 4 
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In the port of Amsterdam there's a sailor who drinks 
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And he drinks and he drinks and he drinks once again 
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He drinks to the health of the whores of Amsterdam 
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Who have promised their love to a thousand other men 
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They've bargained their bodies and their virtue's long gone 
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For a few dirty coins and when he can't go on 
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He plants his nose in the sky and he wipes it up above 
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And he pisses like I cry for an unfaithful love 
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In the port of Amsterdam, in the port of Amsterdam