Went out to eat in a Restaurant
From a foreign land
I think it was Indian
Located in the hippest neighborhood
The food tasted good
The owner was Ching-lui Lan
Indiano como yo
His blood was Navajo
The chicken told me so
Indiano como yo
We're both away from home
Firewater down the throat
My Indian friend had too much to drink
Now he Says he is Chinese
I never heard of that tribe
I don't care I came here for the food
You're good man, Ching-Lui
And you do make a hell of a rice
Indiano como yo
Although he doesn't know
Our blood tastes the same
Indiano como yo
I feel tired and slow
Don’t even know my name
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