Tojo

Slanted eyes and yellow skin
In the future tense he could be Ho Chi Minh
Workin' in his rice fields
If he don’t like it he’ll slit your neck
He’ll dress you all the same
In something nice and gray
You look so good in gray
Ho whey oh
Emperor Tojo
He’ll build a Chinese wall
It’ll have lotsa bricks
That thing will never fall
Ho whey oh
Emperor Tojo