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No. 9 - "Pynka Pong"
| Poppy: | You cannot think how dull it is Where fashion plates are nullities, I'm wasting Paris frocks in Pynka Pong. |
| Others: | Pynka Pong. |
| Max: | I never meet a specimen Of any of the dressy men To London or to Paris who belong. |
| Others: | Who belong. |
| Dudley: | No footman here has calf enough Or pads or powders half enough To suit a London lady's maid of taste. |
| Others: | Maid of taste. |
| Li: | Him not so ploppa fine a man As numpa one big Chinaman; My lovee squeezee lillee girlie waist! |
| Others: | Lillee waist. |
| Men: | Pynka Pong, Pynka Pong, Pynka Pong, Pynka Pong! |
| All: | A pleasant little place is Pynka Pong. With natural attractions very strong. And the tourist simply mute is When he gazes on its beauties, But the tourist doesn't live here all along! Would he weary of its beauties If through diplomatic duties He was doom'd to Pynka, Pynka, Pynka Pong. |
| Preston: | At concert or bazaar or two We hear a local star or two, We're easily amus'd in Pynka Pong. |
| Others: | Pynka Pong. |
| Tucker: | The banjo I can strum a bit, And try to make things hum a bit With echoes of the latest comic song. |
| Others: | Comic song. |
| Dudley: | A banjo's too monotonous For those, like me, who've got on us A passion for a pianist with hair. |
| Others: | Ruddy hair. |
| Li: | Me getee piano numpa one, You lovee me to thumpa one, Him longa tail than foleign devils wear. |
| Others: | Devils wear! |
| Men: | Pynka Pong, Pynka Pong, Pynka Pong, Pynka Pong! |
| All: | There's something in the name of Pynka Pong Which doesn't seem exactly to belong To the lazy land of China, For it smacks of Carolina And the sugar cane and coon and cotton song. Yes, it smacks of Carolina And of dark and dusty Dinah, Pynka, Pynka, Pynka, Pynka, Pynka Pong. |
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Page modified 23 February 2017