Karate King Lyrics - Singles - Kevin Coyne

Yeah, they call him the Karate King 

Chopping children down like trees 

Bringing cows to their knees 

Making their udders bleed 

Now they call him the Karate King 

Top of the shop in his robe 

Nothing there can grow 

When he's around 

Going chop, chop 

Going chop, chop 

Going chop, chop 

Down in the gymnasium 

They call him the Karate King 

Like a bird on a wing 

Standing posing at the window 

At the door in his vest 

His white and muscled flexing at all the passing girls 

Smashing his way through the window frames 

Ripping apart his mother's pearls 

They're dying on the dressing table 

Chop, chop 

Chop, chop 

Chop, chop 

Chop, chop 

So if you see the Karate King 

Help him, help him 

Maybe you'll tie, tie his shoe laces 

Come on, come on, comment on his pomaded hair 

Tell him he would have been an excellent 

Kamikaze pilot in the Second World War 

'Cause that's what he wants to hear 

That's what he wants to hear in the gymnasium 

Chop, chop 

Chop, chop 

Chop, chop