Tokyo - The Pinker Tones

Eating Sushi.

Drinking Tea.

Reading Manga, Making Origami.

Climbing Fuji,

Sleeping Tatami.

Dreaming Gozilla.

Drivin Kawazaki

It’s late afternoon, please turn off your iPod we’ll be landing very soon

The L.A. sun hurts my eyes, passport immigrations, taxi checking in and jet lag

In my room I watch «Lost in Translation» and I get lost in my imagination

Oh, oh, why don’t we go to Tokyo?

Oh, oh, come on, come on, come on, let’s go

Oh, oh, why don’t we go to Tokyo?

Oh, oh, come on, come on, come on, let’s go

Me and skies over my head three hundred different brands of menthol cigarettes

I hit the big time in shebuya, it’s the beauty of noise, the beauty of choice

In the time I make a reservation Little Tokyo is my destination

Oh, oh, why don’t we go to Tokyo?

Oh, oh, come on, come on, come on, let’s go

Oh, oh, why don’t we go to Tokyo?

Oh, oh, come on, come on, come on, let’s go

I promised that I’ll take you for a ride

To view cherry blossom in spring time

We’re talking about the haikus that i write, we’re waiting for the very first

sun rise

I promised that I’ll take you for a ride

To see Shonan beach in the summer time

We’re talking about the comics and rhymes, we’re waiting for the last ray of

sunshine