(Intro)
Why, my Omyo Mei,
Of all the blanket forts in Dodge must you shadow mine?
And now my heart for flight is thine.

When I was a young boy, around the age of five,
My Daddy took me aside to say that he was quitting his job
As manager-trainee at McDonalds
To tour with his rock and roll band.

How could he do that to me?
“No more happy meals”, I grimaced,
And vowed to make something better of myself than a musician –
A soldier of fortune, maybe, or an astronaut.
Yeah, an astronaut!

So I set about retrofitting my blanket for with cardboard, turbo-jet rocket launchers
And prepared for my first flight.

When who walks by, but Omyo, Omyo,
Mom’s creepy-cute study partner from Tokyo.
Come rise up in the sky with me, Omyo Mei.
Tell me, would it hurt to try?

Now, I didn’t know it at the time,
But when you like a girl, you’re supposed to tease her, not try and please her –
Oh, that comes later, but first you’ve got to bait her!

I just flat out told Omyo I loved her, and would she fly away with me?
Her look went from creepy-freaked to creepy-sickeningly sweet
And she patted me on top of the head like I was a little puppy dog.

I might not have known much about love,
But I sure as hell knew I wasn’t no puppy dog.
So I just grabbed her arm and tried to drag her back to the fort,
But her being 120 pounds and all, she was three times my size.
She just leans in and gives me this big ol’shove and,
Legs akimbo, eyes shut tight, a world of blankets and adventure some crashing down around me.
But that’s ok because I like to think of it as my first…
Shove, my Shove of Love!