| It’s the story of a very unfortunate colored man
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| Who got arrested down in old Hong Kong
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| He got twenty years privilege taken away from him
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| When he kicked old Buddha’s gong
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| And now he’s poppin' the piano just to raise the price
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| Of a ticket to the land of the free
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| Well, he says his home’s in Frisco where they send the rice
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| But it’s really in Tennessee
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| That’s why he said, «I need someone to love me I need somebody to carry me home to San Francisco
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| And bury my body there
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| I need someone to lend me a fifty dollar bill and then
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| I’ll leave Hong Kong behind me for happiness once again»
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| Won’t somebody believe
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| I’ve a yen to see that Bay again
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| Every time I try to leave
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| Sweet opium won’t let me fly away
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| I need someone to love me I need somebody to carry me home to San Francisco
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| And bury my body there
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| That’s the story of a very unfortunate colored man
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| Who got arrested down in old Hong Kong
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| He got twenty years privilege taken away from him
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| When he kicked old Buddha’s gong |