No more chow mein yakamein bean sprout
No more lychee nut wonton soup
No more Louie bring a bowl of suey
No more kissing in the yellow booth

I could cry all night in sorrow
I could moan all day in pain
Cause the Chinaman gave the place up
And my life just ain't the same

If I live at all
It will be in vain
Cause what is this life
If there's no chow mein

No more chow mein yakamein bean sprout
No more lychee nut wonton soup
No more Louie bring a bowl of suey
No more kissing in the yellow booth

There's a fortune teller lady
Crying in her fortune cakes
Cause the Chinaman gave the place up
Now she shivers and she shakes

If she lives at all
It will be in vain
Cause what is this life
If there's no chow mein

No more chow mein yakamein bean sprout
No more lychee nut wonton soup
No more Louie bring a bowl of suey
No more kissing in the yellow booth

Now my love and I remember
How we spent our flaming youth
Eating egg foo young and kissing
In the red and yellow booth

If we live at all
It will be in vain
Cause what is this life
If there's no chow mein

No more chow mein yakamein bean sprout
No more lychee nut wonton soup
No more Louie bring a bowl of suey
No more kissing in the yellow booth

If the Chinaman [bad word] back I think I'll die