In Rangoon The heat of noon Is just what the natives shun, They put their Scotch Or Rye down And lie down.

It seems such a shame When the English claim The Earth, That they give rise To such hilarity And mirth.

In a jungle town Where the sun beats down To the rage of man and beast, The English garb Of the English sahib Merely gets a bit more creased. In Bangkok At twe…

Such a surprise For the eastern eyes To see, That though the English are effete, They're quite impervious to heat.