Got a place in the sun, A particular one, On a tropical avenue; Far away from it all, That I happily call The house of singing bamboo. On the windier days, Seems an orchestra plays On a musical breeze for you; Like a merry salute From a heavenly flute To the house of singing bamboo. So here I'll stay, nevermore to roam, From my new old-fashioned South Sea home. You don't have to count sheep, That's for "Little Bo Peep" You can sleep till the sun peeks through; You can dream any dream, For you know that your dreams come true When you live in a house, In a house of singing bamboo.