No, No, No

I'm a poor boy from the farm land

Your father is a wealthy sailing man

If I asked you for your hand

Would you tell me no? Oh no, no, no

You're a poor boy from the farm land

My daddy is a wealthy sailing man

He told me if you asked my hand

I'd better tell you no, oh no, no, no

Your daddy brings you silk to sew

From the finest shops in Tokyo

He told you to turn me down I know

But don't say no, oh no, no, no

Yes, daddy owns a clipper ship

And he brings me pearls on every trip

And pink champagne for me to sip

And you're the poorest boy I know, oh, so no, no, no

I can't give you anything

I can't afford a wedding ring

A presents that I'd like to bring

But oh, I love you so, oh, don't say no

My daddy's three days out to sea

And he would turn me across his knee

If he knew you were kissin' me

But I can't let you go, oh no, no, no, oh no, no, no