Last night in Tokyo. The end.

This is the Yen
It’s not my friend
The Yen
I wish I had more of them
The Yen
I’ll never eat sea urchin… again

I used to have elaborate plans, the Yen
Ocean view and a cleaning staff, the Yen
Platinum card surprise, the Yen
I’ll never sit in a luxury box…again

Lost on a side street in Tokyo
Wilderness of similar looking Kanji
Walked around in a circle for an hour and a half
I’m now insane

Drink the Sake
The sake it’s warm
Seven little cups
Waiting for the rescue taxi, yeah

The American awoke before dawn
He had slept with his boots on
He took an Alka-Seltzer from the first-aid kit
And he walked on down the hall
Still hungover as hell

He went into the room where the guitar player lived
And then he
He thought he was going to yuke, all over the elevator floor
But he didn’t and walked on out of the hotel
And then he came to a door, it was another Sake bar
And he went inside

Sake, yes Sake, I want to kill you
Sake… I want to … have another

And drink you all day long baby
And miss my blue plane
Back to the blue states
To cook with a blue flame
Yeah