Near Hoi Ping Road on Causeway Bay There used to be an alleyway, Before the high rise came to grow Seems such a long long time ago. The bowls of frogs and jellyfish The smell of bean curd in the air. The stalls of hundred year old eggs: She was his flower in the mess! He saw her each and every day. He longed for her in every way. She helped her mama at Bazaar: He watched so closely from afar She was his black-eyed Susan, He dreamed of her day and night. She was his black-eyed Susan: His daisy girl of delight! Each day she'd smile at him so sweet, He heart would stop or miss a beat. He finally summoned up the nerve To say hello to daisy girl. She was his black-eyed Susan, He dreamed of her day and night. She was his black-eyed Susan: His daisy girl of delight! Now sixty years have been and gone: High rise has crushed the shanty town. Another thing is not the same: They sell together in the lane! She is his black-eyed Susan, He dreams of her day and night. She is his black-eyed Susan: His daisy girl of delight! She is his black-eyed Susan, He dreams of her day and night. She is his black-eyed Susan: His daisy girl of delight!