Can I interest you...in a lychee nut
Through your decadent yearning they say Rome is still
burning
There's a perfect view when your eyes are shut
Please ignore the warnings there's no against yawning
When your rice-wined eyes...meet the rising sun
You'll forget you're in prison as the paddy fields glisten.
Chorus
Spring in Peking where the wind meets the sea
Just follow me to the land of the free
Spring in Peking Aaah...
Now your free to move...anyplace you want
But if ever we lost you there's a bug in your nostril
We've a lot to lose if we found you gone
Consider what it would cost you if the other side got you
Here's your home from home called the gilded cage
All at peace and contented these are words we invented.
Chorus
Spring in Peking where the wind meets the sea
Just follow me to the land of the free
Spring in Peking Aaah...
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