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