Song parody of
A Doll That's Made in Japan
by Steve Hackett
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An honourable man picks a slender orchid
And crushed it between his hands
The sacred knife of a Samurai
Serves up Sushi in a sandwich bar
A doll that's made in Japan
Is made for every man
A doll that's made in Japan
Is made for every man
Tigerlily with eyes of jade
Takes you to a carnival of toy balloons
See a kite floating by with the face of a Chinese mandarin
Its such a different world its hard to remember
Which land you're in
I seem to recall a milk white hand
Painted with blood red fingernails
A doll that's made in Japan
Is made for every man
A doll that's made in Japan
Is made for every man
A tiny girl with empty hands
Walks the streets of Tokyo
A doll that's made in Japan
Is made for every man
A doll that's made in Japan
Is made for every man
As you fly through a city of empty souls
You feel that the wind is whispering
An honourable man picks a slender orchid
And crushed it between his hands
The sacred knife of a Samurai
Serves up Sushi in a sandwich bar
A doll that's made in Japan
Is made for every man
A doll that's made in Japan
Is made for every man
Tigerlily with eyes of jade
Takes you to a carnival of toy balloons
See a kite floating by with the face of a Chinese mandarin
Its such a different world its hard to remember
Which land you're in
I seem to recall a milk white hand
Painted with blood red fingernails
A doll that's made in Japan
Is made for every man
A doll that's made in Japan
Is made for every man
A tiny girl with empty hands
Walks the streets of Tokyo
A doll that's made in Japan
Is made for every man
A doll that's made in Japan
Is made for every man
As you fly through a city of empty souls
You feel that the wind is whispering