G I can't understand how I've gone astray I should be sailing away on a liner I was knocked on my back on a dock at Yang-Tse It's a hell of a way to see China C But I'm ready G C You must be crazy G C And you got no money G C C G And you're a liar Am D Am D My straits are dire from the, the wok into the fire Am D G G/F# G/E G/D I'd like to trust you but I've broken my rickshaw Am D Am D Sometimes there's no hope in, in chasing opium Am D G G/F# G/E I'd like to love you but I'm not sure what's in G/D your Bm eyes Bm Dm Mmm, Shanghai Surprise Dm G Dm G Whatever you're saying, I want it anyway in Dm G C C/B C/A C/G Dm Been hanging 'round like a kid at your back door Dm G Dm G You could be kinder, and show me Asia minor Dm G C C/B C/A C/G I'll let you love me; let you see what's here in my Em eyes Em A5 Shanghai Surprise You must be crazy (Crazy) And you got no money (Money) And it seems like madness Back streets so crowded that, no room to swing a cat I'd like to know you but you're acting so coolie I'm finding out pursued by, evil looking dudes it's Getting hot for me like tofu when it deep fries Oh, Shanghai Surprise But, baby, you look like any common crook That's hanging 'round in those real shady places (Ooh, babe) While you assess me, why not try to impress me? Step over here, let me see what's there in your eyes Oh, Shanghai Surprise G I don't understand how I got delayed I should be sailing today on a liner Em Was kicked in the ass on a dock at Yang-Tse G It's no way for a man to see China But I'm ready You must be crazy (Crazy) And you got no money (Money) But you're a trier My straits are dire from the, the wok into the fire I'd like to meet you but I've broken my chopstick Sometimes there's no hope in, in chasing promises I wanna love you though it could prove to be unwise Shanghai Surprise Whatever you're saying, I want it anyway in Been hanging 'round for a ride on your rickshaw You may correct me, now that you've inspected me Come over here, let me feel you cut down to size Oh, Shanghai Surprise My straits are dire from the, the wok into the fire I'd like to know you but I'm not really social Sometimes it's no joke, can't cope with opium I'd like to love you but I'm not sure what's in your eyes Shanghai Surprise Shanghai Surprise And you got no money But you're a trier | TransposeReset Font sizeReset Chords fingeringsA Am B Bm C D Dm E Em F# G |