I’m sick of the humdruming white breaded meat It grill marks my brain with it’s hamburger beat Give me Mr. Fuji and paper mache               G----E Just an ocean away Let’s go to Japan I’m not joking this time So go get your bags packed We’ll be just fine We’ll both wear Kimono’s   No shoes on our feet Just take my hand Japan it with me Its an archipelago exotic and pure Of ancient enchantments so says the brochure   I need a place where there’s no room to grow Watch out Tokyo (Stop) I’m coming Let’s go to Japan I’m not joking this time So go get your bags packed We’ll be just fine We’ll both wear Kimono’s   No shoes on our feet Just take my hand Japan it with me Don’t miss quote me I’m not disowning my country We’ll come back one day (USA) With those Geisha’s teasing   That Emperor could keep me all saki bombed We’ll be singing Karaoke....IN OSAKA   ROCK! (Super rad guitar solo but I am too much of an amateur to tab it) Let’s go to Japan I’m not joking this time So go get your bags packed We’ll be just fine We’ll both wear Kimono’s   No shoes on our feet Just take my hand Japan it with me Oh Oh Oh Oh Oh Japan it with me Oh Oh Oh Oh Oh   Japan it with...me