Ching Chong

Way out in old San Fran There is a Chinaman Who's known for miles around, Wonderful place he keeps Down where he eats and sleeps Underneath the ground; Each night the festive chinks Come there to wink and blink, And dream away the hours, They sing this funny song While they are born along On beds of poppy flow'rs.

Ching Chong, Oh Mister Ching Chong, You’re King of Chinatown, Ching Chong, I love your singsong When you have turned the lights all down; Ching Chong, just let me swing 'long Thru the realms of drowsy land, Dreaming while stars are beaming Oh mister Ching Chong, singsong man.

When you're in Frisco town Don't fail to stop around And see this Ching Chong man, Wonderful things you'll learn Down where the torches burn He'll show you all he can; Then when the time is ripe He'll fill your little pipe, And then a light he'll bring, Gently you'll float away Far out on Slumber Bay, And softly you'll sing.