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*lyrics incomplete* |
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yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah |
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bop sh bop sh bobba dobba ding dong |
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well i got a tip from china |
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that they stole ol kubla khan |
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so i took an ocean liner |
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down to old hong kong |
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i was searchin round the sea port |
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i called up all the gang |
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they's trippin and a shakin |
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when they called me charley chan |
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cause i'm a bad detective |
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and i always get my man |
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baby yes i am |
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said i'm a bad detective |
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i could stand a lendin hand |
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oh baby yes i can |
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honorable son |
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i named a number one |
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eat a fried rice |
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and a egg foo yung |
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stand lookin at me there |
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with your stupid face |
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while your pop (me) goes out |
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and solves the case |
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cause i'm a bad detective |
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and i always get my man |
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baby yes i am |
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said i'm a bad detective |
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i could stand a lendin hand |
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oh baby yes i can |
