Yellow Peril - Donald Fagen, Walter Becker

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