Hong Kong Blues

It’s the story of a very unfortunate colored man
Who got arrested down in old Hong Kong
He got twenty years privilege taken away from him
When he kicked old Buddha’s gong
And now he’s poppin' the piano just to raise the price
Of a ticket to the land of the free
Well, he says his home’s in Frisco where they send the rice
But it’s really in Tennessee
That’s why he said, «I need someone to love me I need somebody to carry me home to San Francisco
And bury my body there
I need someone to lend me a fifty dollar bill and then
I’ll leave Hong Kong behind me for happiness once again»
Won’t somebody believe
I’ve a yen to see that Bay again
Every time I try to leave
Sweet opium won’t let me fly away
I need someone to love me I need somebody to carry me home to San Francisco
And bury my body there
That’s the story of a very unfortunate colored man
Who got arrested down in old Hong Kong
He got twenty years privilege taken away from him
When he kicked old Buddha’s gong