Apapa the little I know the better;
For the knowledge itself is sickness;
The enemy has sired a monster;
and the monster, monsters of queasiness;
They've consumed the quaint seaside scenery;
And have laid eggs of eerie;
Some tall, some short;
Some amorphous, some with form;
Apapa is now the monstress;
Apapa is now the sickness;
For every dream she takes, she gives a pipe;
And some bottles beside, how kind;
The virtuous woman is a rare sight at night;
For here the time is never ripe;
For what?
For the maladies of greed to cease;
She has opened her doors wide and she beckons;
Like a prostitute, but is she not?
Her customers are the sons of Adam, the very heirs;
Heirs to the corruption but does she care?
No! She cares not, nor does she fear;
How her children fare;
Let them violate them in public glare;
None let them spare;
Black and white they troop in;
With mouths that can only suck in;
Someday when the milk dries up;
Someday when she's old and used up;
What's going to happen to the widows and orphans?
A question for the monsters;
Oh but monsters they are;
They'll just find another Apapa.



Apapa the little I know the better;
For the knowledge itself is sickness;
The enemy has sired a monster;
and the monster, monsters of queasiness;
They've consumed the quaint seaside scenery;
And have laid eggs of eerie;
Some tall, some short;
Some amorphous, some with form;
Apapa is now the monstress;
Apapa is now the sickness;
For every dream she takes, she gives a pipe;
And some bottles beside, how kind;
The virtuous woman is a rare sight at night;
For here the time is never ripe;
For what?
For the maladies of greed to cease;
She has opened her doors wide and she beckons;
Like a prostitute, but is she not?
Her customers are the sons of Adam, the very heirs;
Heirs to the corruption but does she care?
No! She cares not, nor does she fear;
How her children fare;
Let them violate them in public glare;
None let them spare;
Black and white they troop in;
With mouths that can only suck in;
Someday when the milk dries up;
Someday when she's old and used up;
What's going to happen to the widows and orphans?
A question for the monsters;
Oh but monsters they are;
They'll just find another Apapa.