Hhhh... ahhh... Hoo... mm-mm... One road... Three skies... Same old swing. Doo-ba, dee-bop, da-ba-dow! Biddy-bap, skiddle-dat, dee-yow! Shoo-be-doo, ba-diddle-bop, Tikka-tikka, bop-bop, stop! I caught a sunrise on a silver string, A thousand little notes began to swing. The sitar bent the morning into blue, The tabla said, "There's more to find for you." Hhhh... I took a breath and let the rhythm ride, With seven little footsteps by my side. Da-bidi-bap! Da-bidi-bap! Doom-ba-tikka, skiddle-a-zap! Bop-shoo-wah, diddle-dee, Seven steps, then nine, then three! Haaaa... No map, no train... Just a melody changing its name. An erhu cried beneath a lantern glow, A guzheng laughed and told me where to go. The pipa snapped a question in the night, I answered with a blue note, sharp and bright. Bap-ba-dwee! Skibidi-dat! Doo-bop, dee-bop, rat-a-tat! Zwee-ba-diddle, ba-da-bing! Chikka-bop, let the strings sing! Hh! Huh... huh... Hoooo... Different streets... Different stars... But every blue note knows who we are. Biddy-biddy-bop, ba-doo-bah! Skiddle-diddle-dee, ya-da-dah! Doo-ya, doo-ya, bop-bop-bree! Every border sets the rhythm free! Three shamisen cut across the rain, Each one calling out a different name. A shakuhachi breathed against the moon, And I found home inside an unfinished tune. ハッ! ヨォッ! Bop-ba-diddle, shoo-ba-dee! Zabba-dabba, skiddle-bee! Doo-bap! Dee-bap! Bop-bop-bow! Tikka-tikka, here we go! From the morning dust to the midnight blue, Every road plays something new. I don't need a place to stay, I carry all these songs along the way. Ba-da-bop! Ba-da-bop! Skiddle-dee, never stop! Doo-bee, doo-bah, zigga-zow! Bap-bap-bap... WOW! Hhhhh... The world keeps turning... And I keep swinging. Haaaa...