Amsterdam 
Johnny was an Englishman, from Derbyshire was he 
He had a wife so beautiful, had children one to three 
He loved them all so dearly, as only Johnny could 
And always did exactly as he should 

Then one day he took a trip across the channel white 
To where the streets are narrow, and bathed in crimson light 
He lives there to this day inside his dirty rotten shell 
This British lion now [bad word] a lamb 

Amsterdam! 

William was a sailor, upon the raging main 
Made port in London, Boston, New York, Germany and Spain 
He loved the girls so dearly, until their hearts were won 
Then sailed away into the setting sun 

Breakfast on the table, Porter when you’re dry 
She’ll love you in the morning, she’ll love you ‘till you die 
She’ll love you ‘till the day she’s spent all your pay 
She’s the devil’s holy water by the dram 

Amsterdam! 

 [bad word] all ye sailors, who live upon the main 
Remember dear old Jimmy when he left upon that train 
He wanders round old Amsterdam a-lookin’ for his fix 
And Willy’s life is never free of kicks 

Breakfast on the table, Porter when you’re dry 
She’ll love you in the morning, she’ll love you ‘till you die 
She’ll love you ‘till the day she’s spent all your pay 
She’s the devil’s holy water by the dram 

Amsterdam!