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ā€ƒ VERSE

It's the story of a very unfortunate Memphis man
Who got 'rrested down in old Hong Kong.
He got twenty years privilege taken away from him
When he kicked old Buddha's gong.
And now he's bobbin' the piano
Just to raise the price
Of a ticket to the land of the free.
Well, he say his home's in Frisco
Where they ship the rice,
But it's really in Tennessee.
That's why he say

ā€ƒ REFRAIN

I need someone to love me,
Need somebody to carry me home to San Francisco
And bury my body there.
I need someone to lend me a fifty dolla' bill,
And then I'll leave Hong Kong far behind me,
For happiness once again.
Won't someone believe
I've a yen to see that bay again?
But when I try to leave,
Old loco man won't let me fly away.
I need someone to love me,
Need somebody to carry me home to San Francisco
And bury my body there.

That's the story of a very unfortunate Memphis man
Who got 'rrested down in old Hong Kong.
He got twenty years privilege taken away from him
When he kicked old Buddha's gong.
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