Gliding Through My Memoree (From Flower Drum Song) - Original London Cast

作曲：Richard Rodgers

I am a vagabond sailor

All my friends call me sport

I am a fellow for action

Any storm in a port

Storm in a port back to the laundry

Now that I'm home and I'm resting

Home from over the sea

All of the girls who adored me

Go gliding through my memory

A sweet colleen from Ireland

Her hair was fiery red

Her eyes gave out a green light

That said I could go ahead

Say something in Irish Lindon bill

I met a girl in Sweden

Of whom I grew quite fond

A stately Scandinavian type

A buxom blue eyed blonde she

And then in merry England

A girl who worshipped me

Gliding through my memory

That's how I see them

Gliding through my memory

In sunny Barcelona

A dancing chick I picked

Her castanets were clicking

Like nothing ever clicked

Only you can say that again

A very friendly Maumelle

In oh la la paree

She was a girl who couldn't say

Anything but oui what whoa

What's fun to cast an anchor

In lovely Casablanca

I loved a Grecian doll and

Another doll in Holland

But of all the girls in every hemisphere

There is no one like the girl I have right here

Right here I'm

Grant avenue san Francisco California USA

Looks down from Chinatown

Over a foggy bay

You travel there in a trolley

In a trolley up you climb

Dong dong you're in Hong Kong ah

Having yourself a time

You can eat if you are in the mood

Shark fin soup bean cake fish

The girl who serves you all your food

Is another tasty dish

You know you

Can't have a new way of living

Till you're living all the way

On Grant Avenue where is that

San Francisco that's where's that

California USA

Can't have a new way of living

Till you're living all the way

On Grant Avenue where is that

San Francisco that's where's that

California USA