Amsterdam Mort Shuman

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 riverbend creeps
To the old blown tree
In the port of Amsterdam
There's a sailor who dies
Full of beer, full of cries
In a drunken town fight
And 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
Hе will show you his teeth
That have rotted too soon
That can swallow the moon
That can haul up thе sails
And he yells to the cook
With his arms open wide
"Bring me more fish
Put it down by my side."
And 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 porch
They've forgotten the tune
That their whiskey voice croaked
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
And then out of the night
With their pride in their pants
And the sluts that they tow
Underneath the street lamps