Well right now in Tokyo

Only place I am

When my blisters are immersed

In fresh as fresh tin can



I've always talked about

How the cretins span the world

In the time that I've known you

I've yet to have shown you

A moron with his snarl unfurled



But right back in Tokyo

With a tough encircled hand

Thousand vultures smokyo

Cigareet with a seegar band



I've never talked about

How to carve up Daddy's boat

In the space of a half year

We've yet to embark my dear

To another shallow side of the moat