You’ll cast a look of hatred,

But your eyes give off a charge.

You’re driving a stake into me again,

And blood is flowing from my heart.

It’s dark brown,

And it tastes quite sweet.

But there’s no handkerchief at all,

And you can’t erase it,

Even in jest, from the eternal memory.

I’ll drop a new track,

And I’ll take them all down.

Ohay dattebaye.

This isn’t my thing.

Baby, I’m Black Man, I’ve got Big Ben.

In the glass, whiskey,

All around are pussy kitten.