| Fellows, if you’re arn
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| I will spin a yarn
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| That was told to me by Able Seaman Jones
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| Once he had the blues
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| So he took a cruise
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| Far away from night-clubs and from saxophones
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| He said, «Yo Ho, I’ve made a certain port
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| And when you talk about real he-man sport»:
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| Hot ginger and dynamite
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| There’s nothing but that at night
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| Back in Nagasaki
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| Where the fellers chew tobaccy
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| And the women wicky-wacky
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| Woo
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| The way they can entertain
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| Would hurry a hurricane
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| Back in Nagasaki
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| Where the fellers chew tobaccy
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| And the women wicky wacky
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| Woo
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| In Fujiama
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| You get a mama
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| Then your troubles increase
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| In some pagoda
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| She orders soda
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| Earth-shake milk-shakes, ten cents a piece
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| They kissy and huggy nice
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| Oh, By Jingo! |
| I’ts worth the price
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| Back in Nagasaki
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| Where the fellers chew tobaccy
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| And the women wicky-wacky
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| Woo
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| Now when the day is warm
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| You can keep in form
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| With a bowl of rice beneath a parasol
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| Every gentle man
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| Has to use a fan
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| And they only use suspenders in the fall
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| That’s where the girls don’t think of rings and furs
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| Gosh, it’s the nicest place that ever weres
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| They give you a carriage free
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| The horse is a Japanee
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| Back in Nagasaki
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| Where the fellers chew tobaccy
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| And the women wicky-wacky
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| Woo
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| They sit you upon the floor
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| No wonder your pants get sore
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| Back in Nagasaki
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| Where the fellers chew tobaccy
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| And the women wicky-wacky
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| Woo
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| With Sweet Kimoner
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| I pulled a boner
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| I kept it up at high speed
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| I got rhumatics
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| And then psyatics
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| Halatosisis, that’s guarenteed
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| You just have to act your age
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| Or wind up inside a cage
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| Back in Nagasaki
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| Where the fellers chew tobaccy
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| And the women wicky-wacky
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| Woo
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| With an ice-cream cone and a bottle of tea
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| You can rest all day by the hickory tree
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| But when night comes round, oh gosh oh gee
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| Mother, mother, mother, pin a rose on me
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| Those pretty mamas
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| In pink pyjamas
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| They try to give you a kiss
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| Those torid teases
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| In B.V.D.ses
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| Heaven help a sailor on a night like this!
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| Not too gentle and not too rough
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| But you’ve got to tell them when you’ve had enough
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| Back in Nagasaki
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| Where the fellers chew tobaccy
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| And the women wicky-wacky
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| Woo |