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song lyrics
Kung Fu lyrics
Songwriters: Mayfield, Curtis;
Our days of comfort, days of night
Don t put yourself in solitude
Who can I trust with my life
When people tend to be so rude?
My mama borne me in a ghetto
There was no mattress for my head
But no, she couldn t call me Jesus
I wasn t white enough, she said
And then she named me, kung fu
Don t have to explain it, no, kung fu
Don t know how you ll take it, kung fu
I m just trying to make it, kung fu
I ve got some babies and some sisters
My brother worked for Uncle Sam
It s just a shame, ain t it, mister
We being brothers of the damned
But nothing brings about the difference
You are my lover, do believe
Shall we join hands for tomorrow?
Don t giving up, then up your sleeve
Keep your head high, kung fu
I will till I die, yeah, kung fu
Don t be too intense, no, kung fu
Keep your common sense, yeah, kung fu
Don t mistake life for a secret
There is no secret part of you
You bet your life if you think wicked
Someone else is thinking wicked too
Keep your head high, kung fu
I will till I die, yeah, kung fu
Don t be too intense, no, kung fu
Keep your common sense, yeah, kung fu
Our days of comfort, days of night
Don t put yourself in solitude
Who can I trust with my life
When people tend to be so rude?
My mama borne me in a ghetto
There was no mattress for my head
But no, she couldn t name me Jesus
I wasn t white enough, she said
And then she named me, kung fu
Don t have to explain it, no, kung fu
Don t know how you ll take it, kung fu
I m just trying to make it, kung fu
Kung, kung fu, kung fu
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