Origineel Amsterdams

Ten Euro remains a joetje, a hundred bucks is a meier
Twenty-five is a geeltje and your partner is your lover
I call all girls 'wijven' and for boys I say 'gozers'
Sexy girls are 'moppies', lovebirds I call 'vozers'
A pussy is a box, a short time is a while
And when I say 'I hit the bull's eye' I mean the target
Rain is also called 'majem', and gin is 'jajem'
If your chick has a rip in her pants, come on, I'll sew it up
So have another 'jajem' and then a 'gele rakker'
And then you have a 'kopstoot', a buddy is not a hacker
But your mate, so don't play tricks on me
A provincial is a farmer and a 'temeier' a whore
A drug dealer is a night pharmacist or a dealer
I walk to the whisky bar and have a 'Jan de Wandelaar'
And finish it off like landlords milking houses
I'll send you tulips from Amsterdam when they wither

It's the original Amsterdam language
Without posh 'R' but old-fashioned normal
So talk nonsense when it comes to an erection
Because I don't care which dialect you speak
It's the original Amsterdam language
Without posh 'R' but old-fashioned normal
So talk nonsense when it comes to an erection
Here in Amsterdam, everyone tells you how it is

A homosexual whore is a 'broodpoot' or a 'schandknaap'
And if you get pricked, your new cut is called Jaap
Scum must go to jail, that's a big tub of scum
The slammer, the clink, the slammer, the cell as well as the Bijlmerbajes
Stealing is called 'pikken', 'jatten', 'gappen' or 'klauwen'
Stealing rhymes is called 'bijten' and you'll regret it
Because you talk nonsense, and my rhymes make you wiser
A G.S.M. in your hand is immediately a 'lulijzer'
A houseboat is a floating house, a coward is a scaredy-cat
You need to go to the toilet or the W.C., or the loo or the shithouse
Your girl has a face and with all that make-up
Her face is a paint pot or a painting
And when you're dead, you'll have a little garden on your belly
You're around the corner or out of the picture and as cold as an ice pack
It's time to leave, well then I'll smear or I'll bolt
My belief is quick, if I see the Pope, I'll convert him

It's the original Amsterdam language
Without posh 'R' but old-fashioned normal
So talk nonsense when it comes to an erection
Because I don't care which dialect you speak
It's the original Amsterdam language
Without posh 'R' but old-fashioned normal
So talk nonsense when it comes to an erection
Here in Amsterdam, everyone tells you how it is

A pimp is a pimp, and that scoundrel makes it prettier
Puts his chicken in the showcase and gets richer than the Gooier
But put on a raincoat before you go to church
And don't deliver 'Haarlemmerdijkies' when it comes to craftsmanship
Because you might get gonorrhea or should I say a drip
Pubic lice are 'platjes' and a smooth operator is a sneak
Only a fool brings a new moped to the 'lommert'
Because you're being deceived because no one cares about you
Your wreck is called a tin can, old bikes become barrels
You want casual relationships, but we talk about flings
Judges are 'befgajes', the underworld is called 'penose'
Police are 'smeris' or 'kit', Jantjes are sailors
A snifter is a saddle sniffer, cigarettes are 'saffies'
And reheated food is 'kliekies', 'prakkies' or 'lif-laffies'
A breast prosthesis is simply a rubber tit
And the difference between 'kennen', 'kannen', we can't

It's the original Amsterdam language
Without posh 'R' but old-fashioned normal
So talk nonsense when it comes to an erection
Because I don't care which dialect you speak
It's the original Amsterdam language
Without posh 'R' but old-fashioned normal
So talk nonsense when it comes to an erection
Here in Amsterdam, everyone tells you how it is