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Number fifty-four, The house with the bamboo door, Bamboo roof and bamboo walls, They've even got a bamboo floor! You must get to know - Soho Joe, He runs an Expresso, Called the House of Bamboo. It's-a made of sticks. Sticks and bricks, But you can get your kicks In the house of bamboo. In this ca - si - no, you can drink a chi no, And it's gotcha swingin' to the cha cha Dance the bo - le - ro in a som - bre - ro. Shake - like a snake! You wanna drop in when the cats are hop - pin'. Let your two feet move-a to the big beat; Pick yourself a kit - ten and listen to a plat - ter That rocks - the juke-box! I'm-a telling you, when you're blue, Well there's a lot to do In the House Of Bamboo. You must get to know - Soho Joe, He runs an Expresso, Called the House of Bamboo. In this ca - si - no, you can drink a chi no, Let your two feet move-a to the big beat; Pick yourself a kit - ten and listen to a plat - ter That rocks I'm-a telling you, when you're blue, Well there's a lot to do In the House Of Bamboo. Number fifty-four, The house with the bamboo door, Bamboo roof and bamboo walls, They've even got a bamboo floor! In the House Of Bamboo.
Writer(s): Norman Murrells, Bill Crompton Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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