My wallet's flush, you're my only crush
So let's shuffle down the block for a two-course dinner
Don't want a pie or a sugar high
Want to lick my fingers quick and run home a winner
Heat up this date, clear away the plates
Bring your tea and follow me to the palace kitchen
The Peking duck gives me belly luck
And my fortune cookie knows that I'm on a mission
You might not be a shooter
But you are getting cuter
And now we're coming out with Mrs. Wong
On Chinese dice red is big on rice
See the waiters and the cooks want some painted loving
Respect the vig, the year of the pig
Keep your throws left of the stove and beyond the oven
Who's coming out? Let the dollars shout
Give me bruisers and a yo and a moo shu pancake
Back up on pass, the wok's on the gas
Now we're stirring better fry than a Hamptons clambake
You might not be an arm
But you're my only charm
And now we're coming out with Mrs. Wong
The mustard's hot but the busboy's not
Where'd the Handy Andy drive with the moo goo gai pan
Throw puppy paws, act like Santa Claus
Or deliver me the bones cuz I know that I can
Old soup can't wait and the eighter's late
So I'm feeling Jimmie Hicks on the sticky menu
It's skill not strength that gives rollers length
Make the point up in this joint, can you beat this venue?
You might not be a shooter
But you are getting cuter
You might not be an arm
But you're my only charm
And now we're coming out with Mrs. Wong
