LYRICS GAME

Fill in the lyric gaps as you listen to the song
In the port of Amsterdam
There's sailors who sing
The dreams that haunt them
Off Amsterdam
In the port of Amsterdam
There's sailors who sleep
Like flags
Along the gloomy banks
In the port of Amsterdam
There's sailors who die
Full of beer and dramas
At the first light
But in the port of Amsterdam
There's sailors who are born
In the thick heat
Of ocean languor
In the port of Amsterdam
There's sailors who eat
On tablecloths too white
Dripping fish
They show you their teeth
To bite into fortune
To unhook the moon
To gobble rigging
And it smells like cod
Right to the heart of fries
That their big hands invite
To come back for more
Then they get up laughing
In a storm's roar
They close their fly
And go out belching
In the port of Amsterdam
There's sailors who dance
Rubbing their bellies
On the bellies of women
And they spin and they dance
Like spat-out suns
In the ripped sound
Of a rancid accordion
They twist their necks
To better hear themselves laugh
Until suddenly
The accordion dies
Then the solemn gesture
Then the proud gaze
They haul back their Dutch
Right into full light
In the port of Amsterdam
There's sailors who drink
And who drink and re-drink
And who drink again
They drink to the health
Of Amsterdam wh*res
From Hamburg or elsewhere
Finally they drink to the ladies
Who give them their lovely bodies
Who give them their virtue
For a gold coin
And when they've drunk well
They stick their nose to the sky
Blow their nose in the stars
And they piss like I cry
Over unfaithful women
In the port of Amsterdam
In the port of Amsterdam