The Fresh Queen of Mahjong

Now this is a story all about how, my life got flip-turned upside down and I'd like you to take a minute and just rip that bong, I'll tell you all about how I became the queen of mahjong!

In west Nagano, born and raised at the mahjong table where I spent most of my days Chillin' out, maxin' and playin' all cool And all shootin' some tiles outside of mah school When a couple a' teams were up to no good, Started makin' trouble in the neighborhood I played in one little game and my uncle got spooked, he said &quot;you're movin' with your cousin to a prefecture outside this hood&quot;

I begged and I pleaded with him day after day but he packed my suitcase and sent me on my way He gave me a kiss and then he gave me a ticket I packed my mahjong tiles up and said &quot;I might as well kick it&quot;

First class, yo this is mad, drinkin' strawberry juice out of a champagne glass Is this what the rest of Ryuumonbuchi's living like? Hmmm, this might be alright

My cousin Touka whistled for a cab and when it came near the license plate said &quot;RYUUMON&quot; and there was dice in the mirror If anything I could say that this cab cost some dough But I thought &quot;Nah, forget it, yo homes to Nagano!&quot;

I pulled up to the mansion at about 7 or 8 and I said to the cabbie &quot;yo homes, smell ya later!&quot; I looked at my kingdom I was finally home, the queen of Mahjong about to sit on her throne!