Lyrics From Here to Shanghai - Al Jolson, Charles A. Prince Orchestra, Ирвинг Берлин

From Here to Shanghai

I’ve often wandered down
To dreamy Chinatown
The home of Ching-a-ling
It’s fine!
I must declare
But now I’m going where
I can see the real, real thing
I’ll soon be there
In a bamboo chair
For I’ve got my fare
From here to Shanghai
Just picture me Sipping Oo-long tea
Served by a Chinaman
Who speaks a-way up high
(«Hock-a-my, Hock-a-my»)
I’ll eat the way they do With a pair of wooden sticks
And I’ll have Ching Ling Foo
Doing all his magic tricks
I’ll get my mail
From a pale pig-tail
For I mean to sail
From here to Shanghai
I’ll have them teaching me To speak their language, gee!
When I can talk Chinese
I’ll come home on the run
Then have a barr’ll of fun
Calling people what I please