Kung Fu International

      Outside the take-away, Saturday night
      a bald adolescent, asks me out for a fight
      He was no bigger than a two-penny fart
      he was a deft exponent of the martial art
      He gave me three warnings:
      Trod on me toes, stuck his fingers in my eyes
      and kicked me in the nose
      A rabbit punch made me eyes explode
      My head went dead, I fell in the road

      I pleaded for mercy
      I wriggled on the ground
      he kicked me in the balls
      and said something profound
      Gave my face the millimetre tread
      Stole me chop suey and left me for dead

      Through rivers of blood and splintered bones
      I crawled half a mile to the public telephone
      pulled the corpse out the call box, held back the bile
      and with a broken index finger, I proceeded to dial

      I couldn’t get an ambulance
      the phone was screwed
      The receiver fell in half
      it had been kung fu’d

      A black belt karate cop opened up the door
      demanding information about the stiff on the floor
      he looked like an extra from Yang Shang Po
      he said “What’s all this then
      ah so, ah so, ah so.”
      he wore a bamboo mask
      he was gen’ned on zen
      He finished his devotions and he beat me up again

      Thanks to that embryonic Bruce Lee
      I’m a shadow of the person that I used to be
      I can’t go back to Salford
      the cops have got me marked
      Enter the Dragon
      Exit Johnny Clarke

      LYRICS © JOHN COOPER CLARKE