Chinese Fireworks (Prologue) Songtext
von Robert Raimon Roy

Now, looka here!
Junior ain't hear me
With that drink and smoke
'Til he made some notes
Out of the noise
Put on a black suit
Then began to slide
And caught himself doing
The Rob Roy,
Starting a—

Fire! At the Chinese Theater
Fire! At the Chinese Theater—uh!
Fire! At the Chinese Theater
Papa got a bag of fire at the Chinese Theater, ow!


Get out of here with ya bad self!
Let me hear ya!
Ha!
One mo' time now,
Alright...
Uh!
I don't profess to be no teacher
These are my latest outlooks
Motherfuckas got to get themselves
Back in the mathematic books,
And cook up a—

Fire! At the Chinese Theater
Fire! At the Chinese Theater—uh!
Fire! At the Chinese Theater
Papa got a bag of fire at the Chinese Theater, ow!
Fire! At the Chinese Theater
Fire! At the Chinese Theater—uh!
Fire! At the Chinese Theater
Papa got a bag of fire at the Chinese Theater, say it loud!
Fire! At the Chinese Theater
Fire! At the Chinese Theater
Papa got a bag of fire at the Chinese Theater, ow!