Amsterdam Lyrics > Passing Strange

BAND:
Amsterdam, spring sunshine...
Amsterdam, spring sunshine...
ahhh,ahhh...

NARRATOR:
So now let's jet the scene of the crime,
and touch down in once upon a time.
As Plasticland gives way
To a new world born today.

Amsterdam, spring sunshine,
and the
Wibe is alive and the girls look
fine
He sits in a cafe, like Baldwin
in the day.

Day-glo walls, incense air
lounging 'round in velvet chairs.
So glad he took the trip
Out of the slave-holder's grip.

He knew his destiny was
looming,
And an epiphany was
blooming,
And the lost was gonna get
profound,
And the real was about to go
down.

And he saw that this whole journey through the bowels of the middle-class coon show had led him to this single moment of
utter crystalline clarity, for the Real was to be revealed right here in this very venue!!!

YOUTH:
There's Hashish on the menu!

CHORUS:
Ahhh!
Ahhh!
Ahhh!
Ahhh!

RENATA:
Like another coffee while you
make up your mind?

YOUTH:
Thank you, yes, excuse me, I'm
still startled by the sign.

CHRISTOPHE:
This one's free, man, it's on me,
you don't have to pay.

RENATA;
How's about a sample of the special of the day.
This your first time?

YOUTH:
Does it show? I'm like an ice cube gone to melt.

RENATA:
I hope you find yourself at home.

YOUTH:
I like the cards that i've been dealt.

JOOP:
And how's your mind?

YOUTH:
oh, its blown...it's a vibe i've never felt.

RENATA:
Welcome to Amsterdam!
Amsterdam!
I'm your flight attendant, Miss Renata Hcholiday.
Welcome to Amsterdam!
Amsterdam!
And i welcome you most
happily to our little cafe...

CHRISTOPHE:
Now if you think you're dreaming,
Pinch yourself and look around.
Miracles are commonplace
When you're on holy ground.

JOOP:
Some worship our ho's,
Some kneel before our hash.

RENATA:
Some pray to our Van Goghs,
All yours for a little cash...
Only in..

CHORUS/BAND:
Amsterdam...Amsterdam...!

RENATA:
If we seem too happy,
It's because we truly are.

CHORUS/BAND:
Welcome to Amsterdam...
Amsterdam...

JOOP:
The enlightened aren't frightened,
We let untamed spirits roam.

CHORUS/BAND:
Amsterdam...Amsterdam...

CHRISTOPHE:
But we're the freedom experts,
man,
So don't try this at home!

CHORUS/BAND:
Amsterdam...Amsterdam...

RENATA:
While there ain't no witch or a yellow brick road...

MARIANNA:
It's an emerald city after two bong loads...

CHORUS/BAND:
Amsterdam...Amsterdam...

CHRISTOPHE:
You can trip all day 'till your mind just melts.

JOOP: Makes Berkeley look like the bible belt!

CHORUS/BAND:
Amsterdam...Amsterdam...
WHOO!
Last Update: June, 29th 2013