Amster Amster, med A-team

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 whores 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 pisses like I cry On the unfaithful love