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Fellows, if you're arnI will spin a yarnThat was told to me by Able Seaman Jones.Once he had the bluesSo he took a cruiseFar away from night-clubs and from saxophones.He said, "Yo Ho, I've made a certain portAnd when you talk about real he-man sport":Hot ginger and dynamiteThere's nothing but that at nightBack in NagasakiWhere the fellers chew tobaccyAnd the women wicky-wackyWoo.The way they can entertainWould hurry a hurricaneBack in NagasakiWhere the fellers chew tobaccyAnd the women wicky wackyWoo.In FujiamaYou get a mamaThen your troubles increase.In some pagodaLetras de cancionesShe orders sodaEarth-shake milk-shakes, ten cents a piece.They kissy and huggy niceOh, By Jingo! I'ts worth the price.Back in NagasakiWhere the fellers chew tobaccyAnd the women wicky-wackyWoo.Now when the day is warmYou can keep in formWith a bowl of rice beneath a parasol.Every gentle manHas to use a fanAnd they only use suspenders in the fall.That's where the girls don't think of rings and furs.Gosh, it's the nicest place that ever weres.They give you a carriage freeThe horse is a JapaneeBack in NagasakiWhere the fellers chew tobaccyAnd the women wicky-wackyWoo.They sit you upon the floorNo wonder your pants get soreBack in NagasakiWhere the fellers chew tobaccyAnd the women wicky-wackyWoo.With Sweet KimonerI pulled a bonerI kept it up at high speed.I got rhumaticsAnd then psyaticsHalatosisis, that's guarenteed.You just have to act your ageOr wind up inside a cageBack in NagasakiWhere the fellers chew tobaccyAnd the women wicky-wackyWoo.With an ice-cream cone and a bottle of teaYou can rest all day by the hickory treeBut when night comes round, oh gosh oh gee,Mother, mother, mother, pin a rose on me.Those pretty mamasIn pink pyjamasThey try to give you a kissThose torid teasesIn B.V.D.sesHeaven help a sailor on a night like this!Not too gentle and not too roughBut you've got to tell them when you've had enoughBack in NagasakiWhere the fellers chew tobaccyAnd the women wicky-wackyWoo. From Letras Mania