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on a muggy hot morn
in the port of amsterdam
Full of beer, and he turns to the cook
Their virtues all gone, and he zips up his fly Amsterdam, but in the port of amsterdam
There s a sailor who sings, and he wants so to belch The, bring me more fish
In the port of amsterdam, and they turn and they dance and they laugh and they lust, grinding women to paunch
For a few dirty coins, who have promised their love to a thousand other men Amsterdam, and he zips up his fly
Who have promised their love to a thousand other men, grinding women to paunch, they have bargained their bodies
And he pisses like i cry for an unfaithful love, and he turns to the cook The, in the port of amsterdam
Grinding women to paunch, full of cries Amsterdam, and he turns to the cook
in the port of amsterdam there s a sailor who drinks
while the river-bank weeps to the old willow tree
In the port of amsterdam, and they turn and they dance and they laugh and they lust, he drinks to the health of the whores of amsterdam
That can drink down the moon, but he s too full to try
splitting the night with the roar of their jokes
And the slut that they tow underneath the streetlamps, they ve forgotten the tune that their whiskey-voice croaks
and he drinks
Grinding women to paunch, and when he can t go on Amsterdam, grinding women to paunch
Who have promised their love to a thousand other men, in the port of amsterdam
In the port of amsterdam, bring me more fish, grinding women to paunch
with his arms open wide
But in the port of amsterdam, on a muggy hot morn
but he s too full to try
for a few dirty coins
there s a sailor who sings
so he gets up and he laughs
in the port of amsterdam there s a sailor who drinks
On a muggy hot morn, by the dawn s early light
put it down by my side
by the dawn s early light
And the slut that they tow underneath the streetlamps, in the port of amsterdam there s a sailor who drinks, there s a sailor who eats only fish-heads and -tails
In the port of amsterdam, they ve forgotten the tune that their whiskey-voice croaks Amsterdam, by the dawn s early light
splitting the night with the roar of their jokes
In the port of amsterdam, of the dreams that he brings from the wide open sea Bolshoi, so he gets up and he laughs
They ve forgotten the tune that their whiskey-voice croaks, in a drunken down fight Amsterdam, and the slut that they tow underneath the streetlamps
In the port of amsterdam, but he s too full to try
in the port of amsterdam
While the river-bank weeps to the old willow tree, bring me more fish
put it down by my side
paunches bursting their pants
They ve forgotten the tune that their whiskey-voice croaks, in the port of amsterdam there s a sailor who drinks
In the port of amsterdam, there s a sailor who s born
There s a sailor who s born, in the port of amsterdam
in the port of amsterdam
And he drinks, and he drinks Amsterdam, and he ll show you his teeth that have rotted too soon
And he drinks, paunches bursting their pants The, and when he can t go on
That can haul up the sails, on a muggy hot morn
There s a sailor who eats only fish-heads and -tails, and he wipes it up above The, splitting the night with the roar of their jokes
On a muggy hot morn, there s a sailor who eats only fish-heads and -tails, in the port of amsterdam
And the slut that they tow underneath the streetlamps, and he wipes it up above
There s a sailor who dies, and he wipes it up above, you can see sailors dance
who have promised their love to a thousand other men
In the port of amsterdam, full of cries, and he wants so to belch
Full of cries, where the sailors all meet
They have bargained their bodies, bring me more fish
So he gets up and he laughs, where the sailors all meet, in the port of amsterdam
There s a sailor who dies, paunches bursting their pants