Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Nagasaki, artist - Bobby Short.
Date of issue: 16.05.2005
Song language: English
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 |