[Intro]
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Shawarma, shawarma, shawarma....
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(shouting)
[Verse]
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A long time ago dating back for centuries
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Travelling men from afar were searching for a place to be
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The siblings, Mister and King were the fruits of the royal family (Kebab)
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They tagged along Ababu and formed their angry little posse called
[Chorus]
Dm
Mister! (King Kebabu) Mister! (King Kebabu)
Am
Mister! (King Kebabu) Mister! (King Kebabu)
G
Mister! (King Kebabu) Mister! (King Kebabu)
Am Bb Am
Is my home
[Verse]
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One day, an idea just came up something that would make some money
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They would swim to the Philippines and sell their food that were spicy
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They huddled to come up with a name something that would be so catchy
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They thought the locals were that lame so they named the place stereotypically
[Chorus]
Dm
Mister! (King Kebabu) Mister! (King Kebabu)
Am
Mister! (King Kebabu) Mister! (King Kebabu)
G
Mister! (King Kebabu) Mister! (King Kebabu)
Am Bb Am
Is my home
[Bridge]
Em F G Am
Dm Am
The only mystery for me something that I can't see
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Why the white stuff makes food so tasty How could this be? (How could this be!)
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It could be mystic gypsy dust, a secret recipe
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It could be love juice from the cock of the Great Khali
[Chorus]
Dm
Mister! (King Kebabu) Mister! (King Kebabu)
Am
Mister! (King Kebabu) Mister! (King Kebabu)
G
Mister! (King Kebabu) Mister! (King Kebabu)
Am Bb Am
Is my home