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 In the Port of Amsterdam, there's a sailor who sings

 Of the dreams that he brings from a wide-open sea

 And in the Port of Amsterdam, there's a sailor who sleeps

 as the river bank weeps with the old willow tree

 And in the Port of Amsterdam, there's a sailor who dies

 full of beer, full of cries from a drunken town fight

 And in the Port of Amsterdam, there's a sailor who's born

 on a hot, muggy morn, 'neath the dawns early light

 In the Port of Amsterdam, where the sailors all meet

 there's a sailor who eats only fish heads and tails

 He'll show you his teeth that have rotted too soon

 That could haul up the sails, that could swallow the moon.

 And he'll scream to the cook, with his arms open wide

Bring me more fish, throw'em down by my side

 And he wants so to belch, but he's too full to try

 So he stands up and laughs, and then unzips his fly

 In the Port of Amsterdam, you can watch sailors dance

 **Honchos burst in their pants, finding women to punch

 They've forgotten the tune that their whiskey voice croaked

Spending the night with the roar of their joke

 And they turn and they dance and they laugh and they lust

 To the rancid sound of their accordion burst

 And then out in the night with their pride in their pants

 And the sluts after **two 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

 And he drinks to the health of the whores of Amsterdam

 Who have given themselves to a thousand other men

 And they'll trade in their virtue, their goodness all gone

 For a **pilfery of coins, till they just can't go on

 Throws his nose to the sky, and he aims up above

 And then pisses a cry for an unfaithful love

In the PORT OF AMSTERDAM, In the PORT OF AMSTERDAM!!!