When I was young my mother taught me a strange little song about the Chinaman....

It Goes:

In China there lived a little man,
his name was Ching-a-ling, ching-a- ling, a Chan.
His head was large and his feet were small,
that little man couldn't walk at all.

Ching-ari, Ching-ari, Ching-ari chay,
Dance and sing in a happy way.
Challopey, wallopey, chin-e-o,
That's the way the Chinaman Grow.

Now...without fail...when I hear the word Chinaman...I have to sing the whole ridiculous song.  It's like Eric Cartman and Come Sail Away...I hear one word and I have to sing it!  (Usually under my breath and at mach 2...but I'm singing it.)