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    "Amsterdam" Lyrics

    Ute Lemper

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    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 river-bank weeps to 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
    And he'll show you his teeth that have rotted too soon
    That can drink down the moon, that can haul up the sails

    And he turns to the cook, with his arms open wide
    "Bring me more fish, put it down by my side"
    And he wants so to belch, but he's too full to try
    So he gets up and he 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
    Til the rancid sound of the accordion bursts
    And it's into the night with their pride in their pants
    And the slut that they tow underneath the streetlamps

    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 have bargained their bodies, their virtues all gone
    For a few dirty coins, and when he can't go on
    He puts his nose in the air, 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
    In the port of Amsterdam
    This song was submitted on November 28th, 2016.
    Copyright with Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc..
    Written by Jacques Roman Brel, Mort Shuman.
    Lyrics licensed by LyricFind.

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