Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Karate King , by - Kevin Coyne. Song from the album One Day In Chicago, in the genre Иностранный рокRelease date: 30.05.2005
Record label: Buried Treasure
Song language: English
Karate King |
| Yeah, they call him the Karate King |
| Chopping children down like trees |
| Bringing cows to their knees |
| Making their udders bleed |
| Now they call him the Karate King |
| Top of the shop in his robe |
| Nothing there can grow |
| When he’s around |
| Going chop, chop |
| Going chop, chop |
| Going chop, chop |
| Down in the gymnasium |
| They call him the Karate King |
| Like a bird on a wing |
| Standing posing at the window |
| At the door in his vest |
| His white and muscled flexing at all the passing girls |
| Smashing his way through the window frames |
| Ripping apart his mother’s pearls |
| They’re dying on the dressing table |
| Chop, chop |
| Chop, chop |
| Chop, chop |
| Chop, chop |
| So if you see the Karate King |
| Help him, help him |
| Maybe you’ll tie, tie his shoe laces |
| Come on, come on, comment on his pomaded hair |
| Tell him he would have been an excellent |
| Kamikaze pilot in the Second World War |
| 'Cause that’s what he wants to hear |
| That’s what he wants to hear in the gymnasium |
| Chop, chop |
| Chop, chop |
| Chop, chop |