He said that he loved me, never would go, oh oh, oh oh.
Now I find I'm sitting here on my own, oh oh, oh oh.
Was it somtehing I've said or done,
That made him pack his bags up and run?
Could it be another he's found?
It's breaking up the happy home.
Mister, can you tell me where my love has gone?
He's a Japanese boy.
I woke up one morning and my love was gone,
Oh, my Japanese boy, ooh, I miss my Japanese boy.