Crawl inside my head, I'm up in Amsterdam.
Red Ophelia in waiting after ten.
Seen the sign “Dutch Moonshine”,
feeling dandy at Dampkring.
Kamikaze bikes, blurring past me.
Bittersweet, I've just got to be up in Amsterdam.
Come on.
Took the afternoon and spent it visiting Vincent.
Down the masthead, down the Amstel, slowly.
Tolerance supreme, all hail to the North King.
Smiling smack sirens sing, “let the wrecking begin!”
Bittersweet, I've just got to be up in Amsterdam.
Come on.