Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Nagasaki , by - Count Basie. Release date: 25.12.2006
Song language: English
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Nagasaki , by - Count Basie. Nagasaki |
| Fellows, if you’re arn |
| I will spin a yarn |
| That was told to me by Able Seaman Jones |
| Once he had the blues |
| So he took a cruise |
| Far away from night-clubs and from saxophones |
| He said, «Yo Ho, I’ve made a certain port |
| And when you talk about real he-man sport»: |
| Hot ginger and dynamite |
| There’s nothing but that at night |
| Back in Nagasaki |
| Where the fellers chew tobaccy |
| And the women wicky-wacky |
| Woo |
| The way they can entertain |
| Would hurry a hurricane |
| Back in Nagasaki |
| Where the fellers chew tobaccy |
| And the women wicky wacky |
| Woo |
| In Fujiama |
| You get a mama |
| Then your troubles increase |
| In some pagoda |
| She orders soda |
| Earth-shake milk-shakes, ten cents a piece |
| They kissy and huggy nice |
| Oh, By Jingo! |
| I’ts worth the price |
| Back in Nagasaki |
| Where the fellers chew tobaccy |
| And the women wicky-wacky |
| Woo |
| Now when the day is warm |
| You can keep in form |
| With a bowl of rice beneath a parasol |
| Every gentle man |
| Has to use a fan |
| And they only use suspenders in the fall |
| That’s where the girls don’t think of rings and furs |
| Gosh, it’s the nicest place that ever weres |
| They give you a carriage free |
| The horse is a Japanee |
| Back in Nagasaki |
| Where the fellers chew tobaccy |
| And the women wicky-wacky |
| Woo |
| They sit you upon the floor |
| No wonder your pants get sore |
| Back in Nagasaki |
| Where the fellers chew tobaccy |
| And the women wicky-wacky |
| Woo |
| With Sweet Kimoner |
| I pulled a boner |
| I kept it up at high speed |
| I got rhumatics |
| And then psyatics |
| Halatosisis, that’s guarenteed |
| You just have to act your age |
| Or wind up inside a cage |
| Back in Nagasaki |
| Where the fellers chew tobaccy |
| And the women wicky-wacky |
| Woo |
| With an ice-cream cone and a bottle of tea |
| You can rest all day by the hickory tree |
| But when night comes round, oh gosh oh gee |
| Mother, mother, mother, pin a rose on me |
| Those pretty mamas |
| In pink pyjamas |
| They try to give you a kiss |
| Those torid teases |
| In B.V.D.ses |
| Heaven help a sailor on a night like this! |
| Not too gentle and not too rough |
| But you’ve got to tell them when you’ve had enough |
| Back in Nagasaki |
| Where the fellers chew tobaccy |
| And the women wicky-wacky |
| Woo |