A Day in Yuki's Life

I went to school today, hidoi,
I had too many things to think about,
My two best friends were teasing me,
About my new sensei,
My schoolgirl fantasy.

My mind was wandering during class,
I hadn't heard the teacher question me,
My classmates turned around and stared,
It was embarrasing,
I never would have guessed
That I would find myself in such distress.

I found his bookbag in a store,
I promised that I wouldn't open it,
I should have given it to Dad,
But I just had to look
And found his old sketchbook,
His drawings turned me on...

Woke up, put down my bear,
Sat and braided back my hair,
Found my way downstairs for breakfast and ate,
Kicked my brother in the shins for a comment that he made,
Got my books and said bai-bai
To my Mom and Dad, then I
Said hello to Piro-sensei on my way to school,
Sat down in my class and had a sweet daydream...

I thought about his sketches then,
The pretty girls he drew were all so sad,
I'd never felt like this before,
So I had scanned them all,
And now he's promised that he's going to teach me how to draw,
His sketches turn me on...

(apologies to John Lennon and Paul McCartney)

John Lennon/Paul McCartney
A Day in the Life

I read the news today oh boy
About a lucky man who made the grade
And though the news was rater sad
Well I just had to laugh
I saw the photograph.

He blew his mind out in a car
He didn't notice that the lights had changed
A crowd of people stood and stared
They'd seen his face before
Nobody was really sure
If he was from the House of Lords.

I saw a film today oh boy
The English Army had just won the war
A crowd of people turned away
But I just had the book.
I'd love to turn you on

Woke up, fell out of bed,
Dragged a comb across my head
Found my way downstairs and drank a cup,
And looking up I noticed I was late.
Found my coat and grabbed my hat
Made the bus in seconds flat
Found my way upstairs and had a smoke,
Some body spoke and I went into a dream

I read the news today oh boy
Four thousand holes in Blackburn, Lancashire
And though the holes were rather small
They had to count them all
Now they know how many holes it takes to fill the Albert Hall.
I'd love to turn you on

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