For example, magnets within the sand The aliens have their teatime at the branch department on Earth It's inconvenient to be small, send out big ones Someone, move battleship Yamato
It's a work horse work horse! Drink milk It's a carriage work horse! Go to sleep early It's a work horse work horse! Adults certainly transform in secret It's a stranger! Better to leave him alone It's the President! What's your order? It's a uniform! Your letters are odd! Kamehameha
Underworld, underworld, a maid's souvenir gifts That's already a dead ringer for Shangri-la I built a home-made time machine I overtook the girl who walks through time Boredom, boredom, sitting with my knees up I feel giddy from sniffing the scent of my knees The time machine only seats one, right? If you repaint history [~It's the summary!]
In short, you make things even more complicated by only following your emotions Will it be over if I say that you're already like a philosopher? Or you're a complete idiot
Horse horse hor, deer deer deer? Sore shore es, reed reed reed! For being what it is; being being what it is, goosebumps? Due to love, my head is swimming; due to romance, my heart is twisted And there's a cuckoo in the rumbling sky of early summer rain
I don't need to wind it up, wind it up, wind it up That's right, I've got wireless LAN, lalalala Forest, oh forest, after I gathered up acorns in the forest, the insects would stir The years are overtaking my age That's also natural business talk For the front and back sides, the back is the front and unexpected malice is the lowliest
I love you more than anything, I love you even when you're old I love you. That sounds sick, don't touch me! Please love me. Don't force yourself to say it! Shall we love? Don't say it tenderly like that! Let's love each other. Don't look at me! Any more? There's no more!
Solitu, solitu, sorry, sorry, Solitude. The Records of Three Kingdoms filled with enemies all around Solitu, solitu, sorry, sorry, Solitude. I air swim while my lifesaver remains deflated Solitu, solitu, the underworld is solitude What if I already went to Shangri-la? Solitu, solitu, the maid is solitude Menthol eliminates the stench of feet
The end, the end, we're just about at the end We don't like long lyrics like these A tiring job that doesn't match our surety pay Think of the suffering of the people behind this It's different, it's different, it's really different This place is the second dimension; second, di, mension. Front, front, the front is the front, history is short; there's still ESP If you repaint the records [~There are 2 seasons!]