In the port of Amsterdam, there's a sailor who singsOf the dreams that he brings from the wide open seasIn the port of Amsterdam, there's a sailor who sleepsWhile the riverbank weeps to the old willow treeIn the port of Amsterdam, there's a sailor who diesFull of beer, full of cries, in a drunken down fightAnd in the port of Amsterdam, there's a sailor who's bornOn a muggy hot morn by the dawn's early lightIn the port of Amsterdam, where the sailors all meetThere's a sailor who eats only fish heads and tailsHe will show you his teeth that have rotted too soonThat can swallow the moon, that can haul up the sailsAnd he yells to the cook with his arms open wideBring me more fish, put them down by my sideAnd he wants so to belch, but he's too full to trySo he gets up and laughs, and he zips up his flyIn the port of Amsterdam, you can see sailors dancePoachers boasting their pants, grinding women to bargeThey've forgotten a tune that their whisky voice croaksSplitting the night with the roar of their jokesAnd they turn and they dance and they laugh and they laughTill the rancid sound of the accordion burstsThen out to the night with their pride in their pantsWith the sluts that they tow underneath their street lampsIn the port of Amsterdam, there's a sailor who drinksAnd he drinks and he drinks and he drinks once againHe drinks to the health of the whores of AmsterdamWho have promised their love to ten thousand menThey've bargained their bodies, their virtue and their godFor a few dirty coins when he can't go onHe plants his nose in the sky, wipes it up aboveAnd he pisses like a cry for an unfaithful loveIn the port of Amsterdam, the port of AmsterdamIn the port of Amsterdam, in the port of Amsterdam