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A WINDMILL IN OLD AMSTERDAM
By Ronnie Hilton
A mouse lived in a windmill in old Amsterdam
A windmill with a mouse in and he wasn't grousin'
He sang every morning, "How lucky I am,
Living in a windmill in old Amsterdam!"
Chorus:
I saw a mouse!
Where?
There on the stair!
Where on the stair?
Right there!
A little mouse with clogs on
Well I declare!
Going clip-clippety-clop on the stair
Oh yeah
This mouse he got lonesome, he took him a wife
A windmill with mice in, it's hardly surprisin'
She sang every morning, "How lucky I am,
Living in a windmill in old Amsterdam!"
Chorus
I saw a mouse!
Where?
There on the stair!
Where on the stair?
Right there!
A little mouse with clogs on
Well I declare!
Going clip-clippety-clop on the stair
Oh yeah
First they had triplets and then they had quins
A windmill with quins in, and triplets and twins in
They sang every morning, "How lucky we are
Living in a windmill in Amsterdam, ya!"
Chorus
I saw a mouse!
Where?
There on the stair!
Where on the stair?
Right there!
A little mouse with clogs on
Well I declare!
Going clip-clippety-clop on the stair
Oh yeah
The daughters got married and so did the sons
The windmill had christ'nin's when no one was list'nin'
They all sang in chorus, "How lucky we am
Living in a windmill in old Amsterdam!"
Chorus
I saw a mouse!
Where?
There on the stair!
Where on the stair?
Right there!
A little mouse with clogs on
Well I declare!
Going clip-clippety-clop on the stair
Oh yeah
A mouse lived in a windmill, so snug and so nice
There's nobody there now but a whole lot of mice.
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THE (UNWILLING) WOMEN IN WINDOWS IN OLD AMSTERDAM
I recall once, while visiting old Amsterdam
With nine willing mates on a 'men only' break,
We guys went to view its iconic 'red lights'
On a mission to savour some sinning delights!
Chorus
I saw some girls
There
Selling their wares
Selling their wares
Right there!
Their mini-skirts were high, their tops
low, I declare
They were all hangin' out in the square
Whoo, yeah!
As the evening continued I opted to split
I'd had too much Amstel, I wanted to sit, so
While mooching around I unconsciously found
This girl in a window in Amsterdam town.
Chorus
She seemed so sad
All
Alone on a chair
Long chestnut hair
Such hair!
Her hollow eyes were blank,
Her slim shoulders were bare
And her posture declared much despair
I swear
How many vile men will use her to maul?
Ten, twenty, thirty? it is tough to call, they'll
All pay her in cash then her pimp has the lot
Will he give her commission in cocaine 'n' pot?
Chorus
I saw one lone
Tear
Roll from her eye
Rolling down, my
oh my
And in that moment a
Lonely voice in me cried:
"I'll release her, I'll give it a try,
I'll try!"
Going up to the window I tapped on the pane,
I smiled sympathetically, hoped theoretically
She'd understand that I'm quite a nice man
This girl in this window in ol' Amsterdam
Chorus
I gave one kick
With
All my full might
With all my willing might
I saw the window pane co-llapse
Such a sight!
Then I carried her into
The night
Damn right!
A girl who sat in a window in ol' Amsterdam
Is happily wed now - and I am her man!
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