Blue Kimiko
(to the tune of Blue Angel by Squirrel Nut Zippers)

Has no one ever told you
What you should do, or where to go?
A busted-flat ota-ku,
Now you're on your own in Tokyo.

Night skies are weeping,
And soon they'll turn to drifting snow,
While Piro is dreaming,
Dreaming of Blue Kimiko.

You're looking for some dinner,
You find a place, and drag in there,
She works at Anna Miller's,
And there you sit, all unaware.

Plot-lines are streaming,
They sidle close, and then let go,
While Piro is dreaming,
Dreaming of Blue Kimiko.

You both are going to take it hard,
It's little things that make you cry,
How can you see the girl's heart
Through all the snow that's drifting by?

Yet silence is pleasing
When words get in the way, you know,
While Piro is dreaming,
Dreaming of Blue Kimiko.

(apologies to Ken Mosher & James Mathus)

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