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No. 1 - Opening Chorus
| Chorus: | On China's empire shining bright The moon will reach its full tonight. Tonight a gay and festive throng Will keep the feast in Pynka Pong! Ten thousand lanterns overhead Will sparkle yellow, blue and red, And cast their twinkling lights along The radiant streets of Pynka Pong! Tonight the greatest and the least Will keep the yearly Full-Moon Feast, With drink and dance, and sup and song, When midnight falls on Pynka Pong. Tonight we'll pass the mooncakes round, Tonight with music's merry sound, With tinkling bell and clashing gong We'll fête the moon in Pynka Pong. With tinkling bell and clashing gong We'll fête the moon in Pynka Pong. |
| Dentist: | Before you sit down to the feasting tonight, The dentist should see that your teeth are all right; There isn't a tooth Of age or of youth That ever resisted my pincers uncouth. |
| Fortune Teller: | When China makes holiday bus'ness is slack, And then I am ready to finger my pack; For people you see Come flocking to me To know what their fortunes are going to be. |
| Rice Seller: | Though sharks' fins and birds' nests are all very well, For health and for strength there is nothing like rice! It's wholesome and light And tasty and white, So purchase a bowl for your supper tonight. |
| Barber: | Oh, come and be shav'd for the Feast of the Moon! On festive occasions a barber's a boon, I shave on the spot With water that's hot, My methods are rough but my razors are not. |
| Chorus: | No wonder a lot Of custom he's got, His razors are sharp and his water is hot. In ev'ry corner street and square From dawn to sunset we prepare By doing nothing all day long To keep the feast in Pynka Pong. But when the welcome darkness comes Then light your lanterns, beat your drums-- With tinkling bell and clashing gong, Acclaim the moon in Pynka Pong. With tinkling bell and clashing gong, Acclaim the moon in Pynka Pong. |
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Page modified 23 February 2017