WHEN THE ICE IS ON THE RICE When the ice is on the rice in Southern Honshu And the Sake in the cellar starts to freeze And you whisper "Sweet Ojosan, I adore you" Then you're getting just a sukoshi Nipponese. When you're dancing to the strains of "Tanko Bushi" And you're speaking Arigato, 'stead of please. And you answer telephone with "mushi-mushi" I sink maybe you are going nipponese As you sit upon tatami sipping sake And the cold wind's whipping 'round your knees. And you're munching on some gohan and osembi Then you're surely getting takusan Nipponese When you start spending yen like it was money, 'Stead of flinging it like paper in the breeze. And you think everything in English sounds so funny Then, my lad, you're truly Nipponese. Posted by thedrifter [Eleanor Schallow (USMC 1970-1990)] on January 14, 2003 to the leatherneck.com forum. Retrieved 2024-03-11. See here: https://www.leatherneck.com/forums/showthread.php?3502-Songs-Of-World-War-II
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