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Hand me down my walking shoes And Mr. Murdoch's news I'm going thunder rain or shine Got a papoose on my back We're on the right track, Jack To leave the beatnik blues behind Amsterdam, where good things come in threes Ease your troubled mind and shoot the breeze Take the path down to the mill I'm going to get my fill I'm going to eat till the pot runs dry Anne Frank's house and Rembrandt's tomb I'd better make some room Cause Brother Vincent's on my mind Life goes on behind the tiles and chintzes Dirty water fit for kings and princes Dutch is not a loving tongue You say your piece and run You show you care in other ways Sailors in their Sunday best I'm feeling overdressed I've got to lose these blacks and greys Songtexte Amsterdam, where good things come in threes Soothe your troubled mind and shoot the breeze Hand me down my walking shoes Hand me down my walking shoes Got to leave these beatnik blues behind Aus Songtexte Mania