Jet from America
Touched down in Tokyo
Taxi me to your rice wine
Sons of the samurai
Wait at the terminal
Aim their cameras and fire
Ohayo Tokyo Ohayo
Take one more photograph
Invade my privacy
But me one more Sapporo
I am a troubadour
Stripped of my dignity
Raped and nailed to the wall
Ohayo Tokyo Ohayo
Tokyo Ohayo
I sleep beneath that eastern moon
I want to hear your rising sun
Sons of the samurai
Wait at the terminal
Aim their cameras and fire
Ohayo Tokyo Ohayo
Tokyo Ohayo
Tokyo Ohayo
Tokyo Ohayo
Tokyo Ohayo
Tokyo