WHEN THE TOWN IS FAST A-SLEEP, AND IT'S MID-NIGHT IN THE SKY, THAT'S THE TIME THE FES-TIVE CHINK STARTS TO WINK HIS OTH-ER EYE, STARTS TO WINK HIS DREAM-Y EYE, LA-ZI-LY YOU'LL HEAR HIM SIGH. STRANG-ERS TA-KING IN THE SIGHTS, PIG-TAILS FLY-ING HERE AND THERE. SEE THAT BROK-EN WALL STREET SPORT, STILL THINKS HE'S A MIL-LION-AIRE. STILL THINKS HE'S A MIL-LION-AIRE, PIPE DREAMS BAN-ISH EV-'RY CARE. CHI-NA-TOWN, MY CHI-NA-TOWN WHERE THE LIGHTS ARE LOW, HEARTS THAT KNOW NO OTH-ER LAND, DRIFT-ING TO AND FRO. DREAM-Y DREAM-Y CHI-NA-TOWN, AL-MOND EYES OF BROWN, HEARTS SEEMS LIGHT AND LIFE SEEMS BRIGHT, IN DREAM-Y CHI-NA-TOWN
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