Underage, in a foreign land 
Come to think of it, it was 
Japan Pickin' pockets, fillin' mine with yen 
Discovering machines that vend 
I'd like to leave, not 'til 
I find Machines that serve both beer and wine 
Like an Irish man and a pot of gold 
Or a four leaf clover for a twelve year-old 
What then 
What then 
I scout for pigs, insert my yen 
The good times, they can never end 
I met a girl, don't ya' know 
She took me for some coin-op blow 
The Japanese work so damn hard 
For me, it's mommy's credit card 
I'll sleep all day in last night's clothes 
Have a beer, powder my nose 
What then 
What then 
Their beds are short, their toilets stink 
Aki Bono, the ex-sumo king 
Parades around in underwear 
I'm far from home, but don't know where 
The colors match so perfectly 
Not to mention, temperly 
Porcelain, topped off with pee 
Traditional insanity 
Their beds are short, their toilets stink 
Aki Bono, the ex-sumo king 
Parades around in underwear 
I'm far from home, but don't know where 
The beds are short are short 
But, that's okay 
We only use them to fornicate 
If I knock her up 
What then 
I'm out of dodge with all her yen 
As I mill around the lobby folks 
The custom dictates you must smoke 
With cancers and carcinogens 
I need to find some air that's thin 
My entire life 
I've lived this way 
Like a vagabond, the punk rock way 
Travel the globe and scream at kids 
Fillin' water bottles up with piss 
What then 
What then 
Their beds are short, their toilets stink 
Aki Bono, the ex-sumo king 
Parades around in underwear 
I'm far from home, but don't know where