China all the way to New York I can feel the distance getting close You're right next to me but I need an airplane I can feel the distance as you breathe
I'd like to get you On a slow boat to China All to myself alone To get you and keep you in my arms evermore Leave all your lovers weepin' on the faraway
Time trip to a 1970's disco From the crazy 21st century It's a glorious friday night People are dancing to the funky beat Eating delicious yamucha Everybody
He makes, an inner arm, block Then kicks it, behind The lights, would go off But he can fight, blind 'Cos he got the, touch And he won't live long He
(Brian May) There's a little lady livin' down in old Beijing She got everythin' you need well you know what I mean No it ain't what you're thinkin' she
Where did the chinaman go? Where did the chinaman go? Bowled out of favor when the paceman move in As pitches got faster with no turn or spin "Bowl faster
Whoah, Chinese ninja warrior, with your heart so cold. Sub-Zero. Whoah, your life is a mystery. Why you wear the mask? Sub-Zero. Yeah. Yeah. Freezing
Got a room about 20 feet wide There's a blue light bulb Hanging from the sky Threw a mattress on the floor where we can hide Hold my hand to the subway
Transcribed by marco ferrero <sisinf21@vcldec1.polito.it> Note: this is a ramones song. i used the chord file from that version. It's the same
This mellow, sweet, short-haired boy Woman offers to pull up a seat Take in one symphony now We've just begun to battle Wrap your heel in bones of steel
Let's take a slow boat to China Leave from South Carolina Let's take our time and go the long way On a junk boat to Thailand With your hand in mine hand
Well, the moon is yellow and the people are too They roll eggs on a barbecue I was feeling kinda cocky with a head full of Saki Down in Chinatown There
My mom and daddy both say I must be crazy to be this infatuated But I know you know We got something special never felt before You get me going just
Oh oh oh ohh Little China girl Oh oh oh ohh Little China girl I could escape this feelin', with my China girl I feel a wreck without my, little China
Written by bob welch. I'm adrift on a sea of mystery I'm sailin? round the cape unknown But that china girl is waitin? there So I know where I got to
Big Orange rolled into Boston headed straight for Chinatown To find the native restless and see what's going down We hit the streets a walking, checked
Un soir d'hiver dans Chinatown On s'est promene devant les vitrines On a trouve un magasin qui sentait l'orient On a marche toute la soiree Tes bottes
You're like Chinese boxes One inside the other, inside the other One inside the other one You're smoking mirrors Plastic flowers, magic spells Misdirection