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He will show you his teeth that have rotted too soon

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that can swallow the moon, that can haul up the sail.

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And he yells to the cook with his arms open wide, 

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bring me more fish, put 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 gets up and he 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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haunches bursting their pants, grinding women to paunch.

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They've forgotten the tune that their whisky voice croaked,

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and they're spitting 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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to the rancid sound of the accordion's burst.

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