My father (born 1918) would sing:

"Once there was a Chinaman
His name was Alygaloot Chapan.
His hair was long
his feet were short,
and this is the way he used to talk:

'Loocha loocha loocha chapan
Ali gawally ga chicka dee ali
Galoocha loocha looch chapan,'
and that was the end of the chinaman.

When the chinaman shall die
In his coffin he will lie.
If his coffin is too small,
He will go to China Hall.

'Loocha loocha loocha chapan
Ali gawally go chicka dee ali
Galoocha loocha looch chapan,'
and that was the end of the chinaman.