1. China-Ling Far owns a Bazaar
Way down in Chinatown,
Ev'ry night he dins his light
And pulls the curtains down.
Soon you'll hear a Chinese drum,
Soon you'll see the neighbors come
Chorus
Down to China-a-Ling-a-Ling-Ling's China Jazz Bazaar
You're bound to hear a China tune played on a jazz guitar
You'll see each China John
With swell kimonas on
And Sing Song girlies
Oh, boy! Hop Toy!
China-a Ling's Fun-goy!
Hear the pitter patter of the sandaled feet.
And ev'ry jazzy little dance they do is handl'd neat, sweet
And when they roll their almond eyes
It's pig tail paradise,
At China-a Ling-a Ling Ling's Jazz Bazaar
Down to zaar
2. Ev'ry chink feels in the "Pink,"
And shuts his laundry down,
Then he'll run at setting sun
Right down to Chinatown.
Shimmie be no wash no more,
But he shimmie on the floor.
And each idol upon the shelf
Starts to shake himself.
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