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