David Bowie Amsterdam Lyrics
            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 town fight
            In the port of Amsterdam
            There's a sailor who's born
            On a hot muggy 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 haul up the sails
            That can swallow the moon
        
            And he yells to the cook
            With his arms open wide
            "Hey, bring me more fish
            Throw it down by my side"
            And he wants so to belch
            But he's too full to try
            So he stands 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 l___
            Till the rancid sound of the accordion bursts
            And then out of the night
            With their pride in their pants
            And the s___s 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'll drink to the health
            Of the w____s of Amsterdam
            Who've given their bodies
            To a thousand other men
            Yeah, they've bargained their virtue
            Their goodness all gone
            For a few dirty coins
            Well he just can't go on
            Throws his nose to the sky
            And he aims it up above
            And he p___es like I cry
            On the unfaithful love
        
            In the port of Amsterdam
            In the port of Amsterdam
        
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