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