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Yeah, they call him the Karate KingChopping children down like treesBringing cows to their kneesMaking their udders bleedNow they call him the Karate KingTop of the shop in his robeNothing there can growWhen he's aroundGoing chop, chopGoing chop, chopGoing chop, chopDown in the gymnasiumThey call him the Karate KingLike a bird on a wingStanding posing at the windowAt the door in his vestHis white and muscled flexing at all the passing girlsSmashing his way through the window framesRipping apart his mother's pearlsThey're dying on the dressing tableChop, chopLetras de cancionesChop, chopChop, chopChop, chopSo if you see the Karate KingHelp him, help himMaybe you'll tie, tie his shoe lacesCome on, come on, comment on his pomaded hairTell him he would have been an excellentKamikaze pilot in the Second World War'Cause that's what he wants to hearThat's what he wants to hear in the gymnasiumChop, chopChop, chopChop, chop From Letras Mania