They swung their nunchakus
We dropped two nuclear bombs
Now they make cartoons
They swung their nunchakus
We dropped two nuclear bombs
Now they make cartoons
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So somebody made a game called Palworld
That’s like Pokemon with guns
But instead of having free healthcare
It’s a survival game, which is fun.
The last time that I can remember
About Japanese monsters with guns
Was either the movie Godzilla
Or 1945 with megatons…
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In every Pokemon game
The story is the same.
In Zelda, the main canon
Is the bad guy’s always Ganon.
So if you say that Russia
Is rigging elections, I’ll shush ya
‘Cause if anybody can
I’d guess the culprit is Japan.
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I’m no longer a member
Of the anime club
Because I asked Mr. Bushi
Whether Japanese mermaids
Would feel conflicted
If someone asked them to eat sushi.
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On TV, the blue-haired girl
Is innocent and kind.
She cooks and cleans and loves you
For your heart, not your behind.
She’s fearful, but she conquers it;
Was blind, but now she sees.
In real life, the blue-haired girl
Thinks men are a disease.
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I wish, when first you met someone
You’d know if you should care
And could see if they’re important
By the weirdness of their hair.
I wish that all decisions
Could be solved in such a way
That a card game or a cook-off
Would decide who rules the day.
I wish that every skill
Could be mastered in an hour
Through a training montage sequence
And above-3,000 power.
But I would trade these wishes
Plus a leg and six months pay
For the girls in real life
To be the girls in anime.
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The waves were crashing on the shore;
It was a lovely sight.
The fireflies caroused with me
Amidst the starry night.
The sand, still warm with faded sun,
Was soft beneath my feet.
Then my house was firebombed
By the US Pacific Fleet.
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I watched American cartoons
All day every day.
My dad said I should read more
So now I watch anime.
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I don’t know if it’s tiny skirts,
Amble chests, or giant eyes
Wherein the popular appeal
Of the anime female lies.
What part of perfect, flowing hair
And cheerful attitudes
Holds such mysterious appeal
To socially awkward dudes?
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Kaiju… Don’t make it mad.
It takes a city and makes it flatter.
Remember to shoot it straight in the heart.
Then you can start to stem the slaughter.
Kaiju… Best be afraid.
Though it’s filmed in low resolution
The minute its scales start to glow white
You know a fight’s the best solution.
And any time it feels pain, Kaiju eats planes.
It’s teeth are big and blunt like boulders.
And know you know how far Kaiju can fling poor you
Whenever his primal temper smolders.
Raarrrraaaarraarrr rar rar rar raaaar…
Rar rar rar raaaaaaarrrrrr… Kaiju.
Mitsu, don’t let me down.
You’re for some reason a robot pilot.
Remember to punch it right in the heart
So school-kids can start to sing together. (For whatever reason)
So fight it out and knock it down, Kaiju’s renown
Will suffer a bit after your meeting.
Don’t fret, Mitsu, that only you can fight Kaiju
And dish out an asian island beating.
Ha ha ha, ha, ha ha ha… HIYAAA!
Kaiju… he’s going down.
Falls in Tokyo Bay and makes stuff wetter.
The credits are just beginning to roll
But don’t take a stroll… the sequel’s better.
Rah, mama, and a hiyaa! Guess what we saw? Kaiju!
Rah, mama, and a hiyaa! Guess what we saw? Kaiju!
Rah, mama, and a hiyaa! Guess what we saw? Kaiju!
Rah, mama, and a hiyaa! Guess what we saw? Kaiju!
Rah, mama, and a hiyaa! Guess what we saw? Kaiju!
Rah, mama, and a hiyaa! Guess what we saw? Kaiju!
Rah, mama, and a hiyaa! Guess what we saw? Kaiju!
Rah, mama, and a hiyaa! Guess what we saw? Kaiju!
Rah, mama, and a hiyaa! Guess what we saw? Kaiju!
Rah, mama, and a hiyaa! Guess what we saw? Kaiju!
Rah, mama, and a hiyaa! Guess what we saw? Kaiju!
Rah, mama, and a hiyaa! Guess what we saw? Kaiju 2!