Amsterdam, old Amsterdam    How I love you Amsterdam   When I get there I'm gonna kiss the ground    Let you stand on Amsterdam.      I left my home and I left my friends    Said I'll be back but I don't know when   Set my sail to the restless wind    So long old Amsterdam.      I picked plums up in Yakimo    And I picked pearles down in Arkansas   Even learned how to say you all    But I still miss Amsterdam   Amsterdam, old Amsterdam.      --- Instrumental ---      I did my thing in Tokyo    Tried my luck in Kokomo   Searched for bill in Buffalo    But I still miss Amsterdam.      I picked peaches in a Georgia town    And I picked cotton down in Birmingham   At the day I'll get out of Alabam    I'm goin' back to Amsterdam.   Amsterdam, old Amsterdam.   Amsterdam, old Amsterdam...