The Man from Amster

Not always cordial, not always kind
A disagreeable kind of soul
He was born in Amster
Then moved to Clamster
And his heart was black as coal

One day he was walking the streets of Clamster
Looking for someone to fight
He wanted to tell them whatever they were doing
With him, it wasn't all right

But the other guy was bigger than he
And he landed the very first blow
And the man born in Amster
Died in Clamster
As a result of that deadly row