West side old man
Jumps and flies
I’m not a baby anymore
I can’t jump and fly
Even when I wake up, I’m not a worm
Even when I eat and go to sleep right away
I 
won’t become a cow
Moo
I thrust my toothbrush inside my nose
That hurt in itself
Now that I think about it, the end of our love
The hurt in itself too
In the afternoon, the number one crybaby in 
town 
is gathering up all the town’s sadness
If I sing a song, it will be the last festival
West side old man
Jumps and flies
Imitating the dogs of Tokyo
A flying, jumping dance is Disco!
Life is dead
Being made to dance on the palms of the earth
I’m not that ashamed, but
My stupid past is on stage too
Will somebody laugh for my sake?
Life is this
Raging music
On the stage, in the kitchen, of our head is 
alright!
Raging emotions
Raging emotions
Raging 
emotions
Raging emotions
If I sing a song, it will be the last festival