He was a Caucasian man
He was passably handsome, thought Japanese girls were pretty
He took a job teaching English in Tokyo
In the heart of that neon city

He had a nasty time with chopsticks for a month or two
He couldn't eat the noodles, lived on manju
He was no major talent, but he sang OK
So he... told the cuties, "Let's sing karaoke"

Life as a gaijin
Surely make you lose your mind
Life as a gaijin
(Are you with me so far)

Eagar for action, hoping to score
He sang every evening, sometimes until four
He knew all the cool songs, he could read them in kana
He would say to the cuties, "You sound just like Madonna"
People couldn't sing in English, try as they may
He pretended not to notice, clapped for them anyway
Some guys from Sony, requested "Hound Dog"
He was... really no Elvis
He was... too drunk to worry 'bout it

Life as a gaijin
Surely make you lose your mind
A singin' gaijin
Life as a gaijin
Singin' drunk, all the time
The singin' gaijin

Her name was Yuki, just five feet two
She wore those fishnet stockings, mini-skirt, high-heeled boots
She said, "Come on baby, we can sing song Endless Love".
He was her Lionel Ritchie, she was his Diana Ross
He said, "Listen Yuki, at Hotel 5-5-5
There's karaoke bedrooms, so let's go out for a ride"
She said, "Sorry, I go home now. You give me telephone."
His bike was stolen, so he walked on home alone it was the

Life of a gaijin
Yes it made him lose his mind
The singin' gaijin, uh, huh
Life of a gaijin
Singin' drunk all the time
The singin' gaijin