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...