| No more chow mein yakamein bean sprout
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| No more lychee nut wonton soup
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| No more Louie bring a bowl of suey
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| No more kissing in the yellow booth
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| I could cry all night in sorrow
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| I could moan all day in pain
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| Cause the Chinaman gave the place up
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| And my life just ain’t the same
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| If I live at all
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| It will be in vain
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| Cause what is this life
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| If there’s no chow mein
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| No more chow mein yakamein bean sprout
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| No more lychee nut wonton soup
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| No more Louie bring a bowl of suey
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| No more kissing in the yellow booth
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| There’s a fortune teller lady
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| Crying in her fortune cakes
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| Cause the Chinaman gave the place up
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| Now she shivers and she shakes
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| If she lives at all
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| It will be in vain
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| Cause what is this life
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| If there’s no chow mein
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| No more chow mein yakamein bean sprout
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| No more lychee nut wonton soup
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| No more Louie bring a bowl of suey
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| No more kissing in the yellow booth
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| Now my love and I remember
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| How we spent our flaming youth
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| Eating egg foo young and kissing
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| In the red and yellow booth
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| If we live at all
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| It will be in vain
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| Cause what is this life
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| If there’s no chow mein
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| No more chow mein yakamein bean sprout
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| No more lychee nut wonton soup
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| No more Louie bring a bowl of suey
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| No more kissing in the yellow booth
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| If the Chinaman don’t come back I think I’ll die |