Well, the lyrics may be wildly politically incorrect these days, but Nagasaki is in my opinion a slammin’ little jazz tune. I’ve got renditions I love by Django Reinhardt, Adrian Rollini, Gene Krupa, Benny Carter, Don Redman, Fletcher Henderson, Putney Dandridge, Willie Lewis & His Entertainers,  and earlier this year some of you may have learned a jazz routine I choreographed to a hot version by Ondrej Havelka & His Melodymakers.

And I’m a big fan of this Reds & Struggs performance of the tune:

And here’s The Four Step Brothers getting their Nagasaki on, in a barber shop:

And here’s my Frenchy buddy and fellow SwingFashionista Alice Mei, with Thomas Blacharz, performing a routine to the tune at the International Lindy Hop Championships this year:

And a team routine choreographed by my very good friend and fellow Killer Diller, Kevin St Laurent, for a team of hard-swingin’ Lithuanians:

And finally (because I know you’re all dying to learn the words), here are some of the lyrics I’ve heard sung before. Some of them are pretty dirty, sorry…

Hot ginger and dynamite
There’s nothing but that at night
Back in Nagasaki
Where the fellers chew tobaccy
And the women wicky-wacky woo.

The way they can entertain
Would hurry a hurricane
Back in Nagasaki
Where the fellers chew tobaccy
And the women wicky wacky  woo.

In Fujiama
You get a mama
Then your troubles increase.
In some pagoda
She orders soda
Earth-shake milk-shakes, ten cents a piece.

They kissy and huggy nice
By Jingo! It’s worth the price.
Back in Nagasaki
Where the fellers chew tobaccy
And the women wicky-wacky woo.

They give you a carriage free
The horse is a Japanee
Back in Nagasaki
Where the fellers chew tobaccy
And the women wicky-wacky woo.

They sit you upon the floor
And splinter you galore
Back in Nagasaki
Where the fellers chew tobaccy
And the women wicky-wacky
 woo.

With Sweet Kimoner
I pulled a boner
I kept it up at high speed.
I got rhumatics
And then psyatics
Halatosisis, that’s guaranteed.

You just have to act your age
Or wind up inside a cage
Back in Nagasaki
Where the fellers chew tobaccy
And the women wicky-wacky 
woo.

Those pretty mamas
In pink pyjamas
They try to give you a kiss
Those torid teases
In B.V.D.ses
Heaven help a sailor on a night like this!

When the girls Ju Jitsu
Seems like a bus hit you
Back in Nagasaki
Where the fellers chew tobaccy
And the women wicky-wacky woo.

Not too gentle and not too rough
But you’ve got to tell them when you’ve had enough
Back in Nagasaki
Where the fellers chew tobaccy
And the women wicky-wacky woo.