| When the town is fast asleep, and it’s midnight in the sky
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| That’s the time the festive chink starts to wink his other eye
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| Starts to wink his dreamy eye, lazily you’ll hear him sigh
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| Strangers taking in the sights, pigtails flying here and there
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| See that broken wall street sport, still thinks he’s a millionaire
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| Still thinks he’s a millionaire, pipe dreams banish every care
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| Chinatown, my Chinatown
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| Where the lights are low
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| Hearts that know no other land
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| Drifting to and fro
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| Dreamy dreamy Chinatown
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| Almond eyes of brown
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| Hearts seems light and life seems bright
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| In dreamy Chinatown |