| Take the cable car to Jackson
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| It’s a Friday night affair
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| Madam Rose’s legendary honeycomb
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| With an ounce of intuition
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| You can feel it in the air
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| This working boy has found a place to roam
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| As some familiar faces
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| Watch every move you make
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| And at midnight games are snaking through the alleyway
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| Where they used to play
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| Down in Chinatown. |
| woah
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| Where the nights are always longer than the days
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| Down in Chinatown. |
| woah
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| With the dragon eyes that overlook the bay
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| Hey yeah
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| There’s a lair below the city
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| Where the bottom dwellers go Trying to find that thrill they’ve never known
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| A woman bores the absinthe
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| As the paper lanterns glow
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| I think Ms. Jones is better left alone
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| The corridors are endless
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| It’s not hard to lose your way
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| Where old men smoke and gamble into Saturday
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| Do you want to play?
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| Down in Chinatown. |
| woah
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| Where the nights are always longer than the days
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| Down in Chinatown. |
| woah
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| With the dragon eyes that overlook the bay
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| Hey yeah
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| If the California street line
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| Is the only way you know
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| You might want to play it safe
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| Down on Grant Avenue
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| Where he waits for you
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| Down in Chinatown. |
| woah
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| Where the nights are always longer than the days
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| Down in Chinatown. |
| woah
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| With the dragon eyes that overlook the bay
|
| Hey yeah |