| When the town is fast a-sleep, and it’s mid-night in the sky
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| That’s the time the fes-tive chink starts to wink his oth-er eye
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| Starts to wink his dream-y eye, la-zi-ly you’ll hear him sigh
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| Strang-ers ta-king in the sights, pig-tails fly-ing here and there
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| See that brok-en wall street sport, still thinks he’s a mil-lion-aire
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| Still thinks he’s a mil-lion-aire, pipe dreams ban-ish ev-'ry care
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| Chi-na-town, my chi-na-town
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| Where the lights are low
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| Hearts that know no oth-er land
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| Drift-ing to and fro
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| Dream-y dream-y chi-na-town
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| Al-mond eyes of brown
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| Hearts seems light and life seems bright
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| In dream-y chi-na-town |