Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Talkin' Karate Blues, artist - Townes Van Zandt.
Date of issue: 03.09.2007
Song language: English
Talkin' Karate Blues |
Well, I ain’t very big for twenty-one |
And it seems like I never could have any good clean fun |
'Cause every time I’d go outside, some great big old bully’d come along |
He’d hit me in the face and he’d knock me to the ground |
And he’d start to kickin' me all around |
And that ain’t exactly fair, friends, that’s wrong |
So I got me a paper the other night |
And I crawled up on the sofa and I turned on the light |
And I flipped through the pages till I found the classified ads |
Said, «Take karate from Lee Hung Chow |
Man, make your first appointment now |
This course is guaranteed to make you bad» |
Well, the next day I drove to the address |
And by the Japanese design I was real impressed |
It looked like a regular house of the rising sun |
I walked inside, I was all alone |
I had a nervous feeling down in my bones |
I was kind of sorry I’d ever even come |
Then a giant Jap came through the door |
He must have been at least about seven foot four |
And he looked like he’s prone to easy aggravation |
He said, «Lee Hung Chow, ah kee dung» |
That’s Japanese for «fee fie foo fum» |
I tried to explain my entire situation |
He said, «Number one, course, Yankee, self defense |
Two hundred dollars and twenty five cents» |
I said «What's the twenty five cents for?» |
and he said, «Repairs» |
I said, «Repairs to what?», and he said, «To you» |
And I thought to myself, «Man, that won’t do» |
Felt about a half inch tall underneath that old slanted stare |
Ah, you think he was yella |
I said, «I believe I better go check another place» |
He said, «Ha so, Yankee don’t like my race» |
I said, «Now, there’s a mistake, man, and that’s true |
I’ve been for you Japanese all along |
You Japanese just can’t do no wrong |
And I thought you got a mighty dirty deal in World War II» |
Well, he grabbed me by the hand and he gave a heave |
I figured there’s a pretty good time to leave |
Before he had a chance to do me any definite harm |
But my plan worked out in the end, you see |
Now no bully’s gonna pick on me |
Who’s gonna hit a fellow with just one arm? |