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Låttexter: Townes Van Zandt. Talkin' Karate Blues.

Well, the next day I drove to the address
By Japanese design I was really 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 jape came through the door
He must have been 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
Under that ol' slender stare

Ah, you think he was yellow

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 you Japanese all along
You Japanese just can't do no wrong
And I thought you got mighty dirty deal
In World War II

Well, he grabbed me by the hand and 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 is gonna pick on me
Who's gonna hit a fellow
With just one arm?

Townes Van Zandt