Testo Talkin' karate blues Townes Van Zandt

Talkin' karate blues

By townes van zandt

Well, I aint very big for twentyone
And it seems I never could have any good clean fun
Cause every time Id go outside some great big bullyd come along
Hed hit me in the face and hed knock to the ground
And hed start kickin me all around
And that aint exactly fair, friends, thats wrong.

So I got me a paper the other night
And I crawled up on the sofa and I turned on the light
And flipped through the pages till I found the classified ads.
Said, take karate from lee hung chow;
Man, make your first appointment now
This course is guaranteed to make you bad.

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 Id ever even come.

Then a giant jap came through the door
He must have been about seven foot four
And he looked like hes prone to easy aggrevation.
He said, lee hung chow, ah kee dung
Thats japanese for fee fie foo fum
I tried to explain my entire situation.

He said, number one course, yankee, self defence,
Twohundred dollars and twentyfive cents;
I said whats the twentyfive cents for? and he said, repairs.
I said, repairs to what? , and he said to you
And I thought to myself man, that wont 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 dont like my race
I said, now, theres a mistake, man, and thats true;
Ive been for you you japanese all along
You japanese just cant 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 theres 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
Whos gonna hit a fellow with just one arm?