To the Fair Motor Maids of Japan

Oh-ha
oh-ha
and the girls say
oh-ha
and they still say
oh-ha
So I took a trip to the center of him in a California tracksuit
but you fell too hard for a little deuce coupe but she ran off with a Nazi
and let’s not forget that seafoam suit she put you in to see the greyhounds
sure they run real faster than you ever could or will
Say goodbye to the fair motor maids of Japan
you may know you’re dour you said “we’re dead, not sleeping”
the things that I would go through, to turn you back around
the laces a would trip on, bring on the circus crowds
the last banana hair-do got a laugh from the samurais
the things that I’d turn into to, to turn you back to me...
again
oh-oh
summer comes and summer goes,
shills and shills and a bad girl’s balm
So say goodbye to the fair motor maids of Japan
you may know you’re dour you said “we’re dead, not sleeping”
the things that I would go through, to turn you back around
the planes that I have died on, trade you for another cloud
the mountain biking posse, that brought back another man
the things that I’d turn into...
watch me turn
the things that I’d turn into
watch me turn
watch me turn
watch me turn
the things that I’d turn into.