Orange Range Papa
When my birthday comes, I get three cats; Malaysian
jokes are popular now, so I can really laugh
When my birthday comes, I get three cats; Malaysian
jokes are popular now, so I can really laugh
Young gorillas bring it on, a handsome boy's tarantulas
to my left, right, behind, and in front of me
Young gorillas bring it on, a handsome boy's tarantulas
to my left, right, behind, and in front of me
A doberman racing across the ground, "is that your
thing from the other day?"
Running, bo-bo-bo, a Reverend Monk is the palace Monk;
believe in intuition, the chopper wimps out
I won't lose to a bulldog, I'll make this love
important
I'm aiming for that pineapple park, go to Nagoa as a
couple!
Young gorillas bring it on, a handsome boy's tarantulas
to my left, right, behind, and in front of me
Young gorillas bring it on, a handsome boy's tarantulas
to my left, right, behind, and in front of me
Completely eight fold, come back, "Papa, hurry up and
get home"
Completely eight fold, come back, "Papa is gonna cut my
hair"
Lately I've been on a tanning diet, a prize for perfect
attendance
Doing a poodle like dance with 650 poodles
Lately I've been on a tanning diet, a prize for perfect
attendance
A poodle like continental drift with 650 poodles
Young gorillas bring it on, a handsome boy's tarantulas
to my left, right, behind, and in front of me
Young gorillas bring it on, a handsome boy's tarantulas
to my left, right, behind, and in front of me
Completely eight fold, come back, "Papa, hurry up and
get home"
Completely eight fold, come back, "Papa is gonna cut my
hair"
Completely eight fold, come back, "Papa, I'm going on
the picnic alone"
Completely eight fold, come back, "Papa, I can eat
bananas now"
This kid's kat fell into the pond with a splash,
someone's son
If only I could write on a yacht more properly
Sailing, and soon regretting it, I don't mind, I
haven't ridden on a yacht yet
I haven't, I haven't, I'm sorry, but this I'm going to
go by ferry
Octopus today too, baah; cooking Papa "animal feed
again?" the bullet cuts into me
"I'm hungry again, you're not getting any friend
octopus you idiot"
The voltage is at max, I tackle the sofa, diving into
the air
The appeal of my inside out body, Papa doesn't see it;
I'll do it again
Completely eight fold, come back, "Papa, hurry up and
get home"
Completely eight fold, come back, "Papa is gonna cut my
hair"
Completely eight fold, come back, "Papa, you bought me
a knapsack"
Completely eight fold, come back, "Papa, tomorrow is my
recital"
Completely eight fold, come back, "Papa, you took off
my training wheels"
Completely eight fold, come back, "Papa, I found a
beetle"
"Huh? That's the sound of Papa's car"