Music: H./m. Morita
So many bubbles have passed me by the wind
Having a good smelled air
Driving my red cute car in a blue world
He is so cool and is shining quick star, too many on and off
And will be dead in fifty years
Looking for my word I hardly ever heard
I can’t tell my story cause I’m nothing nothin’ having no massive word
Missing you and kicking you, fighting enemies within
Getting fake and misfit word
Touch my hand and kiss my eyes(I can’t tell my story cause I have no word)
Missing you and kicking you, fighting enemies within
Getting fake and misfit word
Touch my hand and kiss my eyes
You will get the massive word
I can’t tell my story cause I have no word
Too many pretty girls passed me by to meet me and my dog John
He is so good for walking around here
Sitting alone with my power push is my favourite finest work
Making my song for morning tea
Looking for my word I hardly ever heard
I can’t tell my story cause I’m nothing nothin’ having no massive word
I can’t tell my story cause I have no word
Missing you and kicking you, fighting enemies within
Getting fake and misfit word
Touch my hand and kiss my eyes
You will get the massive word
I can’t tell my story cause I have no word