Wang:
I am a vagabond sailor,
All my friends call me “sport.”
I am a fellow for action,
Any storm in a port.

Now that I’m home and I’m resting,

Wang & Quartet:
Home from over the sea,
All of the girls who adored me
Go gliding through my memoree!

Quartet:
They are gliding through his memoree!

Wang (with Quartet):
A sweet colleen from Ireland,
Her hair was fiery red,
Her eyes gave out a green light
That said I could go ahead.

I met a girl in Sweden
Of whom I grew quite fond,
A stately Scandinavian type,
A buxom, blue-eyed blonde.

And then, in merry England,
A girl who worshipped me,
Gliding through my memoree—
That’s how I see them,
Gliding through my memoree!

Quartet:
Hey sport, there are many more girls.

Wang (with Quartet):
In sunny Barcelona,
A dancing chick I picked.
Her castanets were clicking
Like nothing ever clicked!

A very friendly ma’mselle
In oo-la-la Paree
She was a girl who couldn’t say
Anything but oui!

’Twas fun to cast an anchor
In lovely Casablanker.
I loved a Grecian doll and
Another doll in Holland,

But of all the girls in every hemisphere,
There is no one like the girl I have right here—
Right here on...

All:
Grant Avenue, San Francisco,
California, U.S.A.

Wang:
Yes, Grant Avenue.
Where is that?

All:
San Francisco!

Wang:
That's where's that!

All:
California, U.S.A!