I've returned to Hong Kong from America,
With one hundred thousand dollars securely wrapped around my waist.
My hair is long, my face dirty, like a beggar;
My denim mule clothes are like a net, all torn and tattered.
I went up to King Fong Restaurant.
The maître d'hôtel ignored me.
Then a gentleman in a long gown came over and sized me up;
After tea and tobacco, they even offered me betel nuts.