Bakatono bakemono henna ojisan
Gamushara sekuhara henna ojisan

The king is in the winter, in the winter of his prime
Welcome to the kingdom of the Corkscrew King
See him pour a jet of wine across a concubine
See him try in vain to plunge the corkscrew in
See him eat sashimi from a naked woman's breast
See him drink wakame sake from her sex
Send in all the dancing girls and send in all the wine
He's impotent, omnipotent, and only sixty-nine

Send in Dr Mojo who can turn back time
Send in more Viagra to halt the decline
When you're sixty-nine the sky is overcast
The castle flag is flying... half mast
The gate is shut, the canon blocked
The flower they fire at one o'clock half-cocked
The tower flops, the blossom drops
The king will play the shamisen

Bakatono bakemono henna ojisan
Gamushara sekuhara henna ojisan

The Yogi Dr Swami with his hand upon his thing
Guru by appointment to the Corkscrew King
Says, "A badger in the hand is worth a badger in the bush
A badger down your pants, you've got to push push push"
An aged man, the poet says, is but a paltry thing
A tattered coat upon a stick, unless he sing
So clap your hands for every wrinkle in your mortal dress
Join the throng and dance along with the Corkscrew King

Send in Dr Mojo who can turn back time
The castle flag is flying and the weather's fine
But when you're sixty-nine the sky is overcast
The castle flag is flying... half mast
The gate is shut, the canon blocked
The flower they fire at one o'clock half-cocked
The tower flops, the blossom drops
The king will play the shamisen

Writer : CURRIE
Copyright : Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC