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 don't come back I think I'll die