| I can’t understand how I’ve gone astray
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| I should be sailing away on a liner
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| I was knocked on my back on a dock at Yang-Tse
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| It’s a hell of a way to see China
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| But I’m ready
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| You must be crazy
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| And you got no money
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| And you’re a liar
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| My straits are dire from the, the wok into the fire
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| I’d like to trust you but I’ve broken my rickshaw
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| Sometimes there’s no hope in, in chasing opium
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| I’d like to love you but I’m not sure what’s in your eyes
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| Mmm, Shanghai Surprise
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| Whatever you’re saying, I want it anyway in
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| Been hanging 'round like a kid at your back door (Ooh, babe)
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| You could be kinder, and show me Asia minor
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| I’ll let you love me, let you see what’s here in my eyes
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| Shanghai Surprise
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| You must be crazy (Crazy)
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| And you got no money (Money)
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| And it seems like madness
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| Back streets so crowded that, no room to swing a cat
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| I’d like to know you but you’re acting so coolie
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| I’m finding out pursued by, evil looking dudes it’s
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| Getting hot for me like tofu when it deep fries
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| Oh, Shanghai Surprise
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| But, baby, you look like any common crook
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| That’s hanging 'round in those real shady places (Ooh, babe)
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| While you assess me, why not try to impress me?
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| Step over here, let me see what’s there in your eyes
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| Oh, Shanghai Surprise
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| I don’t understand how I got delayed
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| I should be sailing today on a liner
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| Was kicked in the ass on a dock at Yang-Tse
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| It’s no way for a man to see China
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| But I’m ready
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| You must be crazy (Crazy)
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| And you got no money (Money)
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| But you’re a trier
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| My straits are dire from the, the wok into the fire
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| I’d like to meet you but I’ve broken my chopstick
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| Sometimes there’s no hope in, in chasing promises
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| I wanna love you though it could prove to be unwise
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| Shanghai Surprise
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| Whatever you’re saying, I want it anyway in
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| Been hanging 'round for a ride on your rickshaw (Ooh, babe)
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| You may correct me, now that you’ve inspected me
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| Come over here, let me feel you cut down to size
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| Oh, Shanghai Surprise
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| My straits are dire from the, the wok into the fire
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| I’d like to know you but I’m not really social
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| Sometimes it’s no joke, can’t cope with opium
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| I’d like to love you but I’m not sure what’s in your eyes
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| Shanghai Surprise
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| Shanghai Surprise
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| And you got no money
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| But you’re a trier |