With one kick I send sticks of red sugar-coated haws flying With one punch I send scene after scene of memory dispersing into the moonlight A piece of very old ginger A period of very old times
I can give you a signed autograph, take it and imagine
I say oh The screen should be shielding against the frost The eaves should be blocking the moonlight
Jiang Hu should be opening the window If it's a Ping Opera then you should be playing tricks When I get into the stance, I won't falter Bored, nervous and tired, I put on the kung fu clothing
I don't sell tofu (tofu) Tofu (tofu) That thing I'm learning at the martial arts school is called kung fu Kung fu (kung fu) Kung fu (kung fu) Hurry up and put on your Cheongsam So that you can't say I'm feeling you up
You are just like tofu (tofu) Tofu (tofu) The supple skin is testing my kung fu Kung fu (kung fu) Kung fu (kung fu) Hurry up and put on your Cheongsam So that you can't say I'm feeling you up
I flex my muscles a bit And you go rolling to the border
Too much strength for a roundhouse kick The scene will become very desolate The fallen flower matches the setting sun Overcoming the mountains and crossing rivers
I clear my throat Clear my throat I start singing Qin Qiang
Fly and fly to Dunhuang North, the Great Northern Wilderness
Who is in the water, I hold up a paper umbrella and look back Oh, what's this place? What's this situation?
La la la la Bored, nervous and tired, I'll just step on your shoulders
I don't sell tofu (tofu) Tofu (tofu) That thing I'm learning at the martial arts school is called kung fu Kung fu (kung fu) Kung fu (kung fu) Hurry up and put on your Cheongsam So that you can't say I'm feeling you up
You are just like tofu (tofu) Tofu (tofu) The suppleness skin is testing my kung fu Kung fu (kung fu) Kung fu (kung fu) Hurry up and put on your Cheongsam So that you can't say I'm feeling you up