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It's the story of a very unfortunate African man |
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Who got arrested down in old Hong Kong |
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He got twenty years' privilege taken away from him |
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When he kicked old Buddha's gong |
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And now he's poppin' the piano for to make the price |
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Of a ticket to the land of the free |
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He says his home's in Frisco where they send the rice |
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But he's really from Tennessee |
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And so he says, I need someone to love me |
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Need somebody to carry me home to San Francisco |
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And bury my body there |
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I need someone to lend me a fifty dollar bill and then |
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I'll go home to San Francisco and happiness once again |
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Won't someone believe, oh I yearn to see that Bay again |
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But each time I try to leave, sweet opium won't let me fly away |
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It's the story of a very unfortunate African man |
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Who got arrested down in old Hong Kong |
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He got twenty years' privilege taken away from him |
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When he kicked old Buddha's gong |
