Amsterdam

Midnight in Eindhoven : hippies in space

Someone's injecting a raindrop from heaven

The ghosts of electricity are gnawing at the wires

We're smoking like chimneys and trying to count to seven

We can do it -- we can do it here

And we can do it in Amsterdam

Our reputation is hanging by a thread

The sweat breaks out as we wrestle with nasty Mr. Echo

We've seen the writing on that big white wall

Punch drunk and crazy as we wait for Country Joe

Frozen here in the back of the van

The coldest winter ever known to man

Amsterdam, Amsterdam -- I love Amsterdam

We saw our faces floating in silver canals

Breaking bread at dawn and counting out the delicious cash

It's just like living through somebody else's dream

You see your whole life flash before you a second before you crash

We can do it -- we can do it here

And we can do it in Amsterdam