No, but EVERYBODY was kung-fu
fight-ee-ee-en. Remember? Do you remember when everybody was kung-fu fighting? Do
you remember?
Do you?
All I remember is, one time my male cousins were out playing in the yard with a friend
(same guy my older cousin once shot in the ass with a BB gun) and my older cousin, who
finally topped out at about six and a half feet tall, chased BB Boy all over the yard to
the tune of this song, kicking him in the butt and shoulders, until BB Boy ran home screaming
at the top of his lungs, "stop kicking me!"
BB Boy was not kung-fu fight-ee-ee-en. He was kung-fu running for home before he got
his kung-fu ass kicked, or before my cousin got his kung-fu BB gun out and shot him in the
ass again.
You know, though ... BB Boy was fast as lightn-ee-ee-en.
All the way home.
So I guess it counts.
Ah, well. Boys will be boys.