LYRIC

I heard that you get tougher with every reel
The kids say you got fingers made of steel
They say your belt gets blacker by the hour
I know you like your victims sweet and sour.

Bridge:
Watch out … He don’t need no pistol in his hand
Watch out …With so much bread and twice as many fans.
Watch out … He scowls at you and then he chops you down
Watch out … He’s the seventh son of the holy seventh Dan.

Chorus:
Hap – Ki – Do, Hap – Ki – Do . . .
(He … He’s the kid, here he comes)

So you embrace the beauty and the beast
A wisdom given to you from the East.
And there your masters taught you where it’s at
The noble art of breaking someone’s back.

Bridge

Chorus

Hap – Ki – Do . .. Here he comes … Watch out …

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