Mosura ya Mosura Tasukete yo te yobeba Toki o koete Umi o koete Nami no yo ni yatte kuru Mamorigami Mosura ya Mosura Yasashisasae wasure Arehateta Hito no kokoro Inorinagara utau Ai no uta
You belong in Harajuku. You like dressing morbidly different from anybody else, and your friends have lower self-esteem than you do. You loiter in front of the train station to show off your new clothes. Your hairstyle is never permanent and changes every week. Now, do us all a favor and bitchslap Gwen Stefani if she appears in your beloved part of town.