Christy Moore - Weekend in Amsterdam lyrics

When we got our redundancy
Myself and the lads went on the spree
A brand new passport in my hand
As we took off for The netherland
Myself and Dinny and O'Dwyer and
Scut at Schiphol we were all half cut
We opened up the duty-free
The red lemonade and brandy
And we jumped on board a tram
Oh The Weekend that we spent in Amsterdam

Our first stop was the coffee shop
In we went and we all sparked up
Hashish from Pakistan, Morocco
Nepal and the Lebanon
All the boys was rollin' joints
They forgot to drink their pints
Water pipe came bubblin' around
Took one pull and hit the ground
Lads wake him if you can
Oh The Weekend that we spent in Amsterdam
Sunday we went to The Blarney Stone
Paddy Wynne had the Leinster Final on
The Lily Whites and The Boys in Blue
The Majors and taytos
Over to Mulligan's for the night
The bar was leppin' and the band was shite
De Burgh
De Bono and De Wolfe Tones'til Dinny grabbed
The microphone and gave us Van The Man
Oh The weekend that we spent in Amsterdam

Macker sez while we're here we'll go
And have a look at the kinky gear
I said a quiet prayer I
Wouldn't bump into anyone from kildare
Big dildos, blow-up dolls
Snap-on tools and hairy balls
Vibrators, whips and chains
Zips and fanny ticklers
God between us and all harm
Oh The Weekend that we spent in Amsterdam

Then we went for a midnight walk
All our eyes were out on stalks
Gay bars, bordellos
Models in the windows with no clothes
Dinny he danced all night
With a South American transvestite
Everything was goin' grand until
Dinny tried to drop
The hand There was pandemonium
Oh The Weekend that we spent in Amsterdam

The bouncer she was 5' 10"
Lowland Heavyweight champion
She hit Dinny an awful box
The boys ran amok and wrecked the shop
We could hear the squad cars getting near
It's time lads we were out of here
Dinny pulled up his tights and
We disappeared into the night
All together now one by one
Oh The Weekend that we spent in Amsterdam

Queen Beatrix she rides her bike
Rembrandt is hangin' down in The Rijk
Ajax, Heineken, Van Gogh
The Gargle and The Ghanja
Monday morning we were all half
Cracked we dived into the Kaisergracht
They fished us out
Hosed us down and put us on the
Plane to Dublin Home to the Mammy again
Oh The Weekend that we spent in Amsterdam