Flashy Python - Ichiban Blues lyrics

One Ticket to Tokyo on a boat, Wood on a wave I hear that Steven sleeps with the stingrays now, So I fashioned a history book into a sail as the Japanese wind seemed to blow these words in I Came to Kyoto where now he Is on display, Plated gla**, no one dare ask him If his life is a picnic it's clear as he points to the headphones that howl the words the wind sang upon arrival Itchy Ichiban blue son Itchy Ichiban blue son Why does he need to come out here? There are museums in Oklahoma. Could the lines in his hand have proposed this plan? I measured the footsteps outside temple walls, and then juggled some sand ‘til I saw him again He Keeps a white candle in his hair And now works with clay, Wax drips down upon the panda cow that he has made Itchy Ichiban blue son Itchy Ichiban blue son