In the port of AmsterdamnThere's a sailor who singsnOf the dreams that he bringsnFrom the wide open seanIn the port of AmsterdamnnThere's a sailor who sleepsnWhile the riverbank weepsnWith the old willow treenIn the port of AmsterdamnnThere's a sailor who diesnFull of beer, full of criesnIn a drunken down fightnAnd in the port of AmsterdamnnThere's a sailor who's bornnOn a muggy hot mornnBy the dawn's early lightnnIn the port of AmsterdamnWhere the sailors all meetnThere's a sailor who eatsnnOnly fishheads and tailsnHe will show you his teethnThat have rotted too soonnThat can swallow the moonnThat can haul up the sailsnnAnd he yells to the cooknWith his arms open widenBring me more fishnPut it down by my sidennThen he wants so to belchnBut he's too full to trynSo he gets up and laughsnAnd he zips up his flynnIn the port of AmsterdamnYou can see sailors dancenPaunches bursting their pantsnGrinding women to paunchnnThey've forgotten the tunenThat their whiskey voice croaks nSplitting the night with thenRoar of their jokesnnAnd they turn and they dancenAnd they laugh and they lustnTill the rancid sound ofnThe accordion burstsnnThen out to the nightnWith their pride in their pantsnWith the slut that they tow nUnderneath the street lampsnnIn the port of AmsterdamnThere's a sailor who drinksnAnd he drinks and he drinksnAnd he drinks once againnHe drinks to the healthnOf the whores of AmsterdamnWho have promised their lovenTo a thousand other mennThey've bargained their bodiesnAnd their virtue long gonenFor a few dirty coinsnAnd when he can't go onnHe plants his nose in the skynAnd he wipes it up abovenAnd he pisses like I crynFor an unfaithful lovennIn the port of AmsterdamnIn the port of Amsterdam