Chinatown, my Chinatown
Where the lights are low,
Hearts that know no other land,
Drifting to and fro,
Dreamy, dreamy Chinatown,
Almon eyes of brown,
Hearts seem light and life seems bright
In dreamy Chinatown.
Strangers taking in the sights,
Pigtails flying here and there;
See that broken Wall Street sport
Still thinks he's a millonaire, Still think he's a millonaire,
Pipe dream banish every care.