I'm walking down Roppongi. The night is hot and smoggy. I drink a little coffee. A sake and a beer. I run into a ginja man. He speaks but I don't understand. He grins at me and takes my hand. And whispers in my ear. I play Deji Pachi. I play Deji Pachi. I play Deji Pachi. In my Pachinko dream. I go Uchi Domi. I go Uchi Domi. I go Uchi Domi. In my Pachinko dream. My senses all asunder. I stand and stare in wonder. There's bright light and there's thunder. In Pachinko land. Well versed in the way of Zen. My pockets lined full of yen. I walk the aisle and back again. And sit at Domo's hand. I play Deji Pachi. I play Deji Pachi. I play Deji Pachi. In my Pachinko dream. I go Uchi Domi. I go Uchi Domi. I go Uchi Domi. In my Pachinko dream. I'm on the lexus fever. My hand tight on the lever. I'm shrieking like a diva. Staring in a trance. Turn the handle to the right. A stream of silver balls in flight. It screams and howls a blaze of light. The earth moves below me. I'm laughing tears of sheer delight. As I go Uchi Domi. I play Deji Pachi. I play Deji Pachi. I play Deji Pachi. In my Pachinko dream. I go Uchi Domi. I go Uchi Domi. I go Uchi Domi. In my Pachinko dream.