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