Текст: Grace Jones. Chan Hitchhikes to Shanghai.

Chan goes to Shanghai
Chan hitchhikes to Shanghai
Chan goes to Shanghai
Chan hitchhikes to Shanghai
Chan goes to Shanghai
Chan hitchhikes to Shanghai

He took a trip to see his mother
And she was sick, how he got over
He took pride in everything he did
Never had a harsh word?

Chan goes to Shanghai
Chan hitchhikes to Shanghai
Chan goes to Shanghai
Chan hitchhikes to Shanghai

Works on the snow, works in the wind
How does he travel? Who's with him?
Didn't think Chan had a family
Grew accustomed to a symphony
Chan held on to his mystery

Chan, what'y doin?, man?
Say Chan, I wrote this song about you, man

It goes, Chan goes to Shanghai
Chan hitchhikes to Shanghai
Chan goes to Shanghai
Chan hitchhikes to Shanghai
Chan goes to Shanghai

Miss his cooking, sense of humor
Miss his timing, his discipline
We all miss Chan but we can't avoid
Now there's an empty space [unverified]
Goin? to give to leave his job
He's the only man, I wrote this song

Hey, Chan, what'y doin?, man?
Say Chan, I wrote this song about you, man

It goes, Chan goes to Shanghai
Chan hitchhikes to Shanghai
Chan goes to Shanghai
Chan hitchhikes to Shanghai
Hitchhikes, hitchhikes to Shanghai
Hitchhikes to Shanghai, Chan

Chan goes to Shanghai
Chan hitchhikes to Shanghai
Chan goes to Shanghai
Chan hitchhikes to Shanghai
Chan goes to Shanghai
Chan hitchhikes to Shanghai

Chan goes to Shanghai
Chan hitchhikes to Shanghai
Chan, hitchhikes
Oh Chan, anyway you can

Ha, come back, Chan
Come back, Chan
Shanghai, Chan
Shanghai, Chan
Shanghai, Chan
Come back Chan