Hunting in the Sea of Japan
Ambrose left the tourist trail behind him
So bold with his gun in his hand
Of his furs there was no need to remind him

Tripping over a Holy Man
Mind that here you don't choose your friends
Ambrose asked for a helping hand
He heaved his chest, and pointed West
To where the river runs

With Josie back home on his mind
Brushing off the fruit flies of the season
And 'Brosie was surely struck blind
By a sight that defies human reason:

On an island of gleaming rock
Jutting up from the blue lagoon
A ceremonial music box
And from it flowed, a bright new mode
That made our hero swoon
A finer minor from China

The World when the traveler returned
As you know played out its bloody romances
But Ambrose he knew what he'd learned
With his prize in hand he took his chances

Soon the sound that delights the ear
Blended in with the armies' roar
When the warriors strained to hear
This new bebop, this shooting star
Their guns were bullet-full
A finer minor from China
A finer minor from China
A finer minor from China