Chinatown Songtext
von Joe Jackson

Trying to find Chinatown
Trying to find Chinatown

A hungry man
Can hold out a long time
For some soul food
Good food, whole food
I know I was that man
Maybe sometimes hold out a little too long

I took a right
Then I took a wrong turn
Someone asked me for a quarter
It didn′t seem to fit
He didn't look much like a Chinaman


Trying to find Chinatown
Trying to find Chinatown

An old black man
Pushing a shopping trolley
Filled with tin cans
Avoided his glance
I′m nervous and I'm lost
And I don't see too many restaurants

A guy laid out
With a knife in his back
A cop came along
Told him, move on
Go home and sleep it off
I didn′t know if I should get involved

Trying to find Chinatown
Trying to find Chinatown