From Here To Shanghai
Composer(s): Irving Berlin



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