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...