Sukiyaki

My boyfriend’s coming to my house tonight
Everyone’s waiting impatiently
I'm waiting impatiently too

Still not here yet? Still not here yet?
Oh, come on, come on, come on

Mum’s rolled up her sleeves in the kitchen
She’s checking what’s in the fridge
And writing down what she needs to buy

Meat, and leeks
Ah! And konnyaku noodles

On a day like this, of course, we’re having sukiyaki
Ah, what an occasion – sukiyaki!
The tension’s rising – sukiyaki!

My boyfriend called
And asked every detail of what’s going on here
“I missed your station on the train”

Still not here yet? Still not here yet?
Oh, come on, come on, come on

I’ve sent my little sister out
To buy the things we’ve forgotten
Dad’s pretending to read the paper

Enoki mushrooms, haruna
* Ah! Fried tofu, tofu, tofu

How should I introduce him?
Should I just say he's a good friend?
Will he go into a huff about that?

At last, everyone comes out to meet him
It’s begun well
Dad’s running the show enthusiastically

He’s not here yet, he’s not here yet
Oh, that’s OK, that’s OK, that’s OK, that’s OK

They're still talking about sports
Unable to get inside
I keep a vague smile

Soy sauce, sugar
Raw eggs, eggs, eggs

Sukiyaki on a Sunday night
Sukiyaki – it’s a mystery
Sukiyaki – it’s the heart of Japan

You managed 4 helpings
What a good boy you were
I'm glad things went so well
I love how reliable you are