Woorden: Doobie Brothers. Livin' On The Fault Line. Chinatown.

You can see from the top of the hill,
tangled streets and the myst'ry there.
Painted lanterns hang from balconies;
people running ev'rywhere.
Chinatown, with all your dark mystery;
Chinatown, Chinatown, your spell is capturing me.

Lovely ladies with almond eyes, dressed in silk and laces.
Twilight falls and the shadows move,
silently in secret places.

Chinatown, with all your dark mystery;
Chinatown, Chinatown, your spell is capturing me.

Oooh, oooh.

You've got me under your spell.
You've got me under your spell.
You've got me under your spell.
You've got me under your spell