In the port of Amsterdam   There's a sailor who sings   Of the dreams that he brings   From the wide open sea   In the port of Amsterdam   There's a sailor who sleeps   While the riverbank weeps   With the old willow tree   In the port of Amsterdam   There's a sailor who dies   Full of beer, full of cries   In a drunken down fight   But in the port of Amsterdam   There's a sailor who's born   On a muggy hot morn   By the dawn's early light      In the port of Amsterdam   Where the sailors all meet   There's a sailor who eats   Only fish heads and tails   He will show you his teeth   That have rotted too soon   That can swallow the moon   That can haul up the sails   And he yells to the cook   With his arms open wide   Bring me more fish   Set it down by my side   And he wants so to belch   But he's too full to try   So he gets up and laughs   And he zips up his fly      In the port of Amsterdam   You can see sailors dance   Paunches bursting their pants   Grinding women to paunch   They've forgotten the tune   That their whiskey voice croaks   Splitting the night with the   Roar of their jokes   And they turn and they dance   And they laugh and they lust   Till the rancid sound of   The accordion bursts   Then out to the night   With their pride in their pants   And the slut that they tow   Underneath the street lamps      In the port of Amsterdam   There's a sailor who drinks   And he drinks and he drinks   And he drinks once again   He drinks to the health   Of the whores of Amsterdam   Who have promised their love   To a thousand other men   They've bargained their bodies   And their virtue's long gone   For a few dirty coins   And when he can't go on   He plants his nose in the sky   And he wipes it up above   And he pisses like I cry   For an unfaithful love      In the port of Amsterdam   In the port of Amsterdam