A baby singing joyful love. A glittering, sick melody
Another night that no one can find
An empty headed, cheap harmony. Everyone wants to be loved
But only unnecessary things come out of their mouths
What’s wrong, everyone? Don’t look at me with that face
You all aren’t decent. Ah, kenken gakugaku sanzappara
How sunny it would feel to be singing in the rain
I’m sure it would be the greatest of fun. Ah, rinrin ranran apapparapaa
With a 1, 2, 3, let’s fill it with love and play for the rest of our lives
Scattering everything that we’ve prepared
That’s right, it’s all pointless anyway
So sing a song that’s yours alone
Though that, too, will all be pointless
I want a listless love, lady. A theory to shock all the moralists
Spring passes us by with nothing but bad things
Doing a flyby in a catfoot bathtub, soaring high as if it were nothing
The spell to cast is “Bibbidi-Bobbidi-Boo”
In my story, love paves the way
I want to be absorbed in life, as if everything is a game
Everything is so exceedingly pointless
So sing a song that’s yours alone
Something’s wrong, something’s wrong. Everyone is all weird
Can’t quite keep up, can’t have fun… an insane ecstasy
Something’s wrong, something’s wrong. Everything is all so pointless
So sing a song that’s yours alone
It’s all so amazingly absurd
This is the life you were searching for
Who are you? Tell me
You’ve got nothing to say, right?
Loudness to the extreme
That’s a life worth living
It doesn’t matter who you are, just that you’re you
So sing about love
Though that, too, will all be pointless