"My father, came from Japan, in 1905 He was fifteen when he, immigrated from Japan He, he, he worked until he was able to buy To actually build a store" Let me tell you a story in the form of a dream I don't know why I have to tell it, but I know what it

Yeah you cooked his dinners You raised his children Still he's not satisfied He says "I'd rather switch with you You don't know how hard it is To work from 9 to 5" But he speaks with his eyes closed And even though you're not all alone He's never there