And a slut that they tow underneath the street lamps
And they turn and they dance and they laugh and they lust
So he gets up and he laughs and he zips up his fly
And he splits like I cry for an unfaithful love
In the port of Amsterdam
In the port of Amsterdam there's a sailor who sleeps
In the port of Amsterdam there's a sailor who dies
On a muggy hot morn by the dawns early light
And he asks to the cook with his arms open wide
There's a sailor who eats only fish-heads and tails
And he wants so to belch, but he's too full to try
And they darken their bodies and their virtue long gone
That can swallow the moon, that can haul up the sails
But in the port of Amsterdam there's a sailor who's born
While the river bank weeps to the old willow tree
Bring me more fish, put it down by my side
And they're splitting the night with the roar of their jokes
Then it's out into the night with their pride in their pants
And he drinks and he drinks and he drinks once again
He plants his nose in the sky and he wipes it up above
Who have promised their love to a thousand other men
He drinks to the health of the whores of Amsterdam
Full of beer, full of cries in a drinkin' down fight
Haunches bursting their pants, binding woman to paunch
For a few dirty coins and then when he can't go on
In the port of Amsterdam there's a sailor who drinks
They've forgotten the tune that their whiskey voice croaks
To the rats it sounds of the accordion burst
In the port of Amsterdam where the sailors all meet
In the port of Amsterdam you can see sailors dance
In the port of Amsterdam
He will show you his teeth that have rotted too soon
