These discs come in a jacket sleeve, and they feature the anatomically-correct, constellation-style 'Pan Toasting Celestial Gaia' image printed on the disc.
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lyrics
The little rooster’s soul, it ailed
Trothed as he was, his ‘doodle’ failed
His morning mantra didn’t flow
The couped-up cock just couldn’t crow
A grounded bird with buried head
Most free-range chicks mistook for dead
His midlife funk affected all
‘Cause the Sun Goddess didn’t get her wake-up call
‘Twas in this hour dark and dire
The Gods, they grasped the cock’s desire
Empathy had they for his sitch
But no clue how to scratch his itch
They understood the why and when
“His quill needs dipping now and then”
They’d just have to hook up the rooster right
With some goddess who’d be willing to shed more than light
“Kanayama’s mettle isn’t all that warm
She won’t exhibit her lodestones in their raw form
Her iron will, it will not waver”
“Tatsuta truly has one fine veneer
But she’ll only let her golden gown fall once a year
A brief affair, too cool to savor”
“Benzai-ten’s last two hands are locked in prayer
She’s oh, so occupied, t’is but her soul she’ll bare
Exposing her puritan flesh for none but her savior”
“Fuji, she is sometimes known to flash
But it'd be rare to see her air more than her hot, white ash
Who’ll do the little rooster a little favor?”
“How about luscious Uzume?
She can get our little feathered friend to sing
She’ll be such a breath of fresh air
It’ll really get his little weathervane to swing
She’ll do a little dance
Then she might do a little bit of song
But five hundred yen says she won’t keep
Those little silk panties on for very long"
Cock-a-doodle
Doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo
“She’ll take the job despite the size
She’ll get that downcast cock to rise
She’ll treat him to her very best
Very soon we’ll all be feasting on white thigh and breast”
Now ‘Zume sang the silkworm ode
She urged the rooster to unload
Stroked his pecker once or twice
Thawed his calloused claws of ice
His paltry little soul, he searched
For what seemed years, the bird, he perched
Below, a red hot chakra burned
As his spitted giblets slowly turned
He came out of his pious trance
She squirmed inside her tantric pants
Pulled and peeled her sushi fruit
The fowl, he up and followed suit
They got down on both twos and fours
They buffed and shined her bamboo floors
Despite the mythic thorns, he chose
To pluck that sweet, pink Tokyo rose
Doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo
Her cockle, did, his noodle, do
When dawn cracked, he felt good as new
His raucous crowing woke the dead
And the Sun Goddess, finally, she got out of bed
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