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Kung Fu
Day Of The Triffids
Luther Ingo's Star Cruiser

7" Vinyl Listing
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Kung Fu
Luther Ingo's Star Cruiser

Japanese Style 7" Vinyl Listing
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Kung Fu
Day Of The Triffids

Released 20 March '95

The Japanese vinyl edition, was a limited, numbered disc

Kung Fu

Lyrics

Kung Fu do what you do to me
I haven't been the same since my teenage lobotomy
Full on, I moved to Hong Kong
With Bruce Lee's brother and Johnny Wong

I think it's strange
He's friends with Fu Manchu
And he thinks he knows you
Uh uh uh uh uh oh
Oh Daniel San made in Taiwan
Come on Jackie Chan
Uh uh uh uh uh oh

Last night Jackie Chan came around
I played pool with him and we hung out
Mr. Miagi and the X-men
Called in for a while as well

I think it's strange
He's friends with Fu Manchu
And he thinks he knows you
Uh uh uh uh uh oh
Oh Daniel San made in Taiwan
Come on Jackie Chan
Uh uh uh uh uh oh

Kung Fu do what you do to me
I can't live without my Kung Fu movies
Shanghai Killers and Deadly Road
My life was ruined when the Green Dragon closed

Oh I think it's strange
He's friends with Fu Manchu
And he thinks he knows you
Uh uh uh uh uh oh
Oh Daniel San made in Taiwan
Come on Jackie Chan
Uh uh uh uh uh oh

I think it's strange
He's friends with Fu Manchu
And he's in love with you
Uh uh uh uh uh oh
Oh Daniel San made in Taiwan
Come on Jackie Chan
Uh uh uh uh uh oh

Day Of The Triffids

Lyrics

In the mid-day heat I gave a sigh
Cruisin' through the garden district, I was out of my mind

The Star of India's in my hotel room
In a briefcase combination: 3, 2, 1 (which only I know)

And I've just seen my mentor, Dr. No
"California Sun" is on the radio (let's go)

I just wanna reach the radio star
I just wanna reach the radio star
It's a satellite off Venus and it ain't too far
I just wanna reach the radio star

I was shooting up in my hotel room
When the phone started ringing - oh no (I told him to f*** off)

It was Dr. No, he gave the password
He said, 'Hey, man, haven't you heard?' (and I said 'No')

The world's been invaded by alien life forms
I'll meet you at the airport, we've got to get out (let's go)

I just wanna reach the radio star
I just wanna reach the radio star
It's a satellite off Venus and it ain't too far
I just wanna reach the radio star

I just wanna reach the radio star
I just wanna reach the radio star
It's a satellite off Venus and it ain't too far
I just wanna reach the radio star
(10)... (9)... (8) I ran to the window and looked out
there were dead people lying all over the streets, man.

So, within two minutes I had all my stuff together. (7)

I jumped in my car and was speeding down the highway,
past all the deserted cars.

In five minutes (6) I was at the airport but there at the gates
I saw what I suppose was one of these 'alien life forms'.

I pulled my bazooka (5) out of its bag in the back of the car and blew it to hell.

As arranged, Dr. No was waiting for me (4) in the terminal.

We got in his private jet plane and took off
two hours later landing in Zaire, where we met up with Fu Manchu,
(3) Hannibal Lecter, the Hooded Claw and all the rest of the gang.

We boarded the rocket and soon we were shooting off for the stars
(2) and as we approached the space station I looked down and observed the earth,
the US air force being annihilated (1) and swarms of nuclear weapons soaring
(we have lift-off!) through the stratosphere destroying the earth

And I swear to God I laughed.

(Congratulations you guys!)

I just wanna reach the radio star
I just wanna reach the radio star
It's a satellite off Venus and it ain't too far
I just wanna reach the radio star

I just wanna reach the radio star
I just wanna reach the radio star
It's a satellite off Venus and it ain't too far
I just wanna reach the radio star

Luther Ingo's Star Cruiser

Lyrics

There's two things I like, REALLY like.
One's kicking migs, and the other's thumping birds.

First I'm gonna kill 'em all
Then I'm gonna f*** you
Oh baby, I wanna f*** you up the ass

I'm gonna gamble
I'm gonna f*** you
Oh baby, I wanna f*** you up the ass

Oh boy

Tonight I'm gonna do your brain
I'm gonna kill you in
Oh baby, I wanna f*** you up the ass
I'm gonna gamble
I'm gonna f*** you
Oh baby, I wanna f*** you up the ass

First I'm gonna kill 'em all
Then I'm gonna f*** you
Oh baby, I wanna f*** you up the ass

I'm gonna gamble
I'm gonna f*** you
Oh baby, I wanna f*** you up the ass

Oh f***

 

 
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