Zing Zang Zong [English translation]

It's the emperor's birthday

and a pretty box on a bed.

It seems like a hairy mop, a dog, stares you.

It scratches you in the butt.

It groans and rolls around in the packet.

It whips and wiggles

until a little creature appears.

Zing Zang Zong is the king of the fleas.

Zing Zang Zong doesn't slack around.

Zing Zang Zong pulls the hairs off, prowling its new target.

That flea has harassed the masses,

the knights and the commoners.

Again, a new corner has been found. Old pants worn-out.

It sits, rises.

Emperor wonders "Why the itching?"

It step dances, spins around.

It tries to get the annoyance.

Zing Zang Zong is the king of the fleas.

Zing Zang Zong doesn't slack around.

Zing Zang Zong pulls the hairs off, prowling its new target.

Zing Zang Zong is the king of the fleas.

Zing Zang Zong doesn't slack around.

Zing Zang Zong pulls the hairs off, prowling its new target.

It has many quick feet.

A large body, a small head.

It climbs on top of your nose.

It makes a face

and shoves its butt on your face.

Zing Zang Zong is the king of the fleas.

Zing Zang Zong doesn't slack around.

Zing Zang Zong pulls the hairs off, prowling its new target.

Zing Zang Zong is the king of the fleas.

Zing Zang Zong doesn't slack around.

Zing Zang Zong pulls the hairs off, prowling its new target.

Zing Zang Zong!