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 of English

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

Words on the phone, words 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, watcha 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 humour
Miss his timing, his discipline
We all miss Chan but we can't avoid
Now there's an empty space, a void
Goin' to give, not to leave his job
He's the only man, I wrote this song

Hey, Chan, oh, watcha 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

Hai, hai, hai
Hitchhikes, hitchhikes, hai, hai
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
Come back Chan, come back Chan, Shanghai Chan

Written by:
Grace Jones, Bruce Woolley

Publisher:
Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC

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