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| | | E | | | Everybody was | Kung Fu fighting, |
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| | | F#m7 | | | those cats were | fast as lightning |
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| | | E | | | In fact it was a | little bit fright'ning, |
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| | | F#m7 | | | but they fought with | expert timing |
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| E | F#m7 | | There was | funky China men from | funky Chinatown |
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| E | F#m7 | | They were | cutting bricks up, they were | chopping them down |
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| E | F#m7 | | It's an | ancient Chinese art, and every | body knew their part |
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| E | B7 | | For my | friend, if you don't flip, then I'm | kickin' from the hip |
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There was funky Billie Jim and little Sammy John |
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He said, here comes the big boss, let's get it on |
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We took the bow and made a stand, started swaying with the hand |
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A sudden motion made me stiff, now we're into a brandnew trip |
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Kung Fu fighting, had to be fast as lightning... |
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