What Then - Guttermouth

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