Ohhhh Amico, oh don't you cry for me
For I come from the United States with my wallet in my jeans
I had a dream the other day, when everything was stocked
I thought I saw Amico dear, a-coming down the block
A nendoroid was in her mouth, a yen sign in her eye,
Says I, I'm comin' from the plane, Amico, don't you cry

I soon will be in Tokyo, and then I'll look around
And when I find Amico, I'll fall upon the ground
But if I do not find her, then I will surely die
And when I'm buried with my figs, oh, Amico, don't you cry

Ohhhh Amico, oh don't you cry for me
For I come from the United States with my wallet in my jeans