Orange Range

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"