Bury a jar of Shao-Sing
when the girl is born
surely you know the wine will age
till she’s fully grown
don’t fly into the night
soon enough the world will end
while the lantern is right

I could find a good time girl in Chinatown
Chinatown
dancing in my shoes
see the Eastern ladies walking Chinatown
Chinatown
chain me down
Chinatown

maybe I’ll drink your jasmine tea
then I’ll hurry home
surely you know the likes of me
should be left alone
why they like a me for
soon enough the world will end
if I answer the door

Look at the tall pagoda through
through your window pane
watching it by your dragon night
on a cocoa day
you’ll discover the white
orchids in my humble moon
while the lantern is right