There's sailors who sing
The dreams that haunt them
There's sailors who sleep
Along the gloomy banks
There's sailors who die
Full of beer and dramas
But in the port of Amsterdam
There's sailors who are born
There's sailors who eat
On tablecloths too white
They show you their teeth
Right to the heart of fries
That their big hands invite
Then they get up laughing
There's sailors who dance
And they spin and they dance
Like spat-out suns
To better hear themselves laugh
Until suddenly
They haul back their Dutch
There's sailors who drink
And who drink and re-drink
From Hamburg or elsewhere
Finally they drink to the ladies
Who give them their lovely bodies
Who give them their virtue
And when they've drunk well
They stick their nose to the sky
Blow their nose in the stars
And they piss like I cry