Amsterdam

And he yells to the cook with his arms open wide
It's the bargain, their fitness, their virtues all gone
Till the rancid sound of the accordion bursts
Splitting the night with the roar of their jokes
In the port of Amsterdam you can see sailors dance

And then out of the night with their pride in their pants
Who've given their bodies to a thousand other men
And the sluts that they tow underneath the street lamps

Full of beer, full of cries in a drunken town fight

And in the port of Amsterdam there's a sailor who's born
In the port of Amsterdam where the sailors all meet
They've forgotten the tune that their whiskey voice croaked
Throws his nose to the sky and he aims it up above
And they turn and they dance and they laugh and they lust
Paunches bursting their pants grinding women to porch
And in the port of Amsterdam there's a sailor who sleeps
In the port of Amsterdam there's a sailor who drinks
And he wants so to belch but he's too full to try
And he pisses like I cry for a unfaithful love
And in the port of Amsterdam there's a sailor who dies

Oh he drink to the health of the whores of Amsterdam
And he'll show you his teeth that have rotted too soon
That can haul up the sails that can swallow the moon
There's a sailor who eats only fish heads and tails
So he stands up and laughs and he zips up his fly
For a few dirty coins well he just can't go on
While the river bank weeps to the old willow tree
In the port of Amsterdam
"Oh, bring me more fish throw it down by my side"
And he drinks and he drinks and he drinks once again

On a hot muggy morn by the dawn's early light