| In the port of amsterdam
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| Theres a sailor who sings
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| Of the dreams that he brings
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| From the wide open sea
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| In the port of amsterdam
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| Theres a sailor who sleeps
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| While the river bank weeps
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| To the old willow tree
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| In the port of amsterdam
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| Theres a sailor who dies
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| Full of beer, full of cries
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| In a drunken town fight
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| In the port of amsterdam
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| Theres a sailor whos born
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| On a hot muggy morn
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| By the dawns early light
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| In the port of amsterdam
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| Where the sailors all meet
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| Theres a sailor who eats
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| Only fish heads and tails
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| And hell show you his teeth
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| That have rotted too soon
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| That can haul up the sails
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| That can swallow the moon
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| And he yells to the cook
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| With his arms open wide
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| «hey, bring me more fish
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| Throw it down by my side»
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| And he wants so to belch
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| But hes too full to try
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| So he stands up and laughs
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| And he zips up his fly
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| In the port of amsterdam
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| You can see sailors dance
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| Paunches bursting their pants
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| Grinding women to porch
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| Theyve forgotten the tune
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| That their whiskey voice croaked
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| Splitting the night
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| With the roar of their jokes
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| And they turn and they dance
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| And they laugh and they lust
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| Till the rancid sound of the accordion bursts
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| And then out of the night
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| With their pride in their pants
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| And the sluts that they tow
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| Underneath the street lamps
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| In the port of amsterdam
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| Theres a sailor who drinks
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| And he drinks and he drinks
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| And he drinks once again
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| Hell drink to the health
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| Of the whores of amsterdam
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| Whove given their bodies
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| To a thousand other men
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| Yeah, theyve bargained their virtue
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| Their goodness all gone
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| For a few dirty coins
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| Well he just cant go on Throws his nose to the sky
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| And he aims it up above
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| And he pisses like I cry
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| On the unfaithful love
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| In the port of amsterdam
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| In the port of amsterdam |