From here to Shanghai

I've often wandered down to dreamy Chinatown,

The home of Chingaling. It's fine! I must declare,

But now I'm going where I can see the real, real thing.

I'll have them teaching me to speak their language, gee!

When I can talk Chinese, I'll come home on the run,

Then have a barr'll of fun,

Calling people what I please.

I'll soon be there,

In a bamboo chair,

For I've got my fare, from here to Shanghai.

Just picture me,

Sipping Oolong, tea,

Served by a Chinaman, who speaks away up high. ("Hock-a-my, Hock-a-my".)

I'll eat the way they do, with a pair of wooden sticks,

And I'll have Ching Ling Foo,

Doing all his magic tricks.

I'll get my mail from a pale pigtail,

For I mean to sail,

From here to Shanghai.