In sight of the lights of Roppongi the night life of To ki yo goes And out on the street with a beat from Tahiti a neon moon lollipop glows A woman in silken pajamas is seen on the screen of a door She slips on a ricepaper dress by Dior less the price of the ice on her clothes The girl I call To ki yo Rose Tokyo rose is blue Tokyo knows it's true What the night says we might like to do We're in Tokyo time When that moon turns lime And the sky is a lavender brew She trips through a door for hot sake Unzips as her hips hit the floor Her pearls were strung in the harbor below in a bar where I asked her for more Down on a Cajun veranda a Barbajian band in a stew Was playing a soca when I reawoke we were back at her penthouse us two I spoke of my love for MacArthur the man not the park in L.A. "But you're so much older!" she covered her shoulder And I heard her say with a sigh "A soldier may never say die!"