Amsterdam taby ukulele według David Bowie

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In the port of Amsterdam there's a sailor who sings
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Of the dreams that he brings from the wide open sea
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In the port of Amsterdam there's a sailor who sleeps
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While the river bank weeps to the old willow tree
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In the port of Amsterdam there's a sailor who dies
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Full of beer, full of cries in a drunken town fight
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In the port of Amsterdam, there's a sailor who's born
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On a hot muggy morn by the dawn's early light

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In the port of Amsterdam where the sailors all meet
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There's a sailor who eats only fish heads and tails
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And he'll show you his teeth that have rotted too soon
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That can haul up the sails that can swallow the moon
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And he yells to the cook with his arms open wide
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Hey, bring me more fish throw it down by my side
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And he wants so to belch but he's too full to try
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So he stands up and laughs and he zips up his fly
    
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In the port of Amsterdam, you can see sailors dance
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Paunches bursting their pants grinding women to porch
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They've forgotten the tune that their whiskey voice croaked
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Splitting the night with the roar of their jokes
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And they turn and they dance and they laugh and they lust
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Till the rancid sound of the accordion bursts
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And then out of the night with their pride in their pants
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And the sluts that they tow underneath the street lamps

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In the port of Amsterdam, there's a sailor who drinks
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And he drinks and he drinks and he drinks once again
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He'll drink to the health of the whores of Amsterdam
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Who've given their bodies to a thousand other men
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Yeah, they've bargained their virtue their goodness all gone
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For a few dirty coins well he just can't go on
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Throws his nose to the sky and he aims it up above
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And he pisses like I cry on the unfaithful love
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In the port of Amsterdam
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In the port of Amsterdam

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