Amsterdam - Walter Martin

Here I am in Amsterdam

Walking the canals with my old man

Guess who’s in love with Amsterdam

I am, I am, I am, I am, I am, I am, I am

He’s telling me all about who came from here

Maybe Van Gogh and maybe Vermeer

But he hasn’t studied art well over ten years

Ten years, ten years, ten years, ten years

Ten years, ten years, ten years

Leave me in the Netherlands

Where all the old houses seem to slant

Toward the street where the people stand

In wooden shoes and talk about Rembrandt

In the Netherlands

Walking down a street with a crazy name

And dad keeps walking in the bike lane

While admiring all those window frames

Those frames, those frames, those window frames

Those great Dutch window frames

Well, I’ll hate to leave when it’s time to go

Maybe I’ll learn Dutch when I get home

Sounds great now but I probably won’t

I won’t, I won’t, I probably won’t

I know I probably won’t

So leave me in the Netherlands

Where all the old houses seem to slant

Toward the street where the people stand

In wooden shoes and talk about Rembrandt

In the Netherlands

Here I am in Amsterdam

Here I am in Amsterdam

Here I am in Amsterdam