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It's the story of a very unfortunate coloured man |
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Who got arrested down in old Hong Kong |
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He got twenty years' privilege taken away from him |
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When he kicked old Buddha's gong |
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And now he's poppin' the piano just to raise the |
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price |
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Of a ticket to the land of the free |
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Well, he says his home's in 'Frisco where they |
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send the rice |
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But it's really in Tennessee |
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That's why he says |
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I need someone to love me |
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Need somebody to carry me home to San |
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Francisco |
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And bury my body there |
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I need someone to lend me a fifty-dollar bill |
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and then |
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I'll leave Hong Kong far behind me |
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For happiness once again |
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Won't somebody believe |
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I've a yen to see that Bay again |
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Everytime I try to leave |
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Sweet opium won't let me fly away |
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I need someone to love me |
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Need somebody to carry me home to San |
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Francisco |
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And bury my body there |
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That's the story of a very unfortunate coloured man |
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Who got arrested down in old Hong Kong |
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He got twenty years' privilege taken away from him |
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When he kicked old Buddha's gong. |
