Omatsuri Mambo

My neighbor is
A lively, born and raised Tokyoite
Loves the festival commotion

Twisting headbands, matching yukatas
Rain or shine, night or day, carrying the portable shrine
Heave-ho, heave-ho
Heave-ho, heave-ho

Let's put on makeup
And get dressed up
(Put on makeup and get dressed up)
Heave-ho, heave-ho, heave-ho, heave-ho
That's the festival

Uncle, uncle, he's a big guy
Somewhere, a dispute is happening
(Somewhere, a dispute is happening)
Swearing and rubbing
No matter what you say, heave-ho
No matter what you ask, heave-ho
Heave-ho, heave-ho
Heave-ho, heave-ho
That's the festival

Next to him, there's an auntie
A bit of a beauty from Asakusa
Loves the festival commotion
In a stylish yukata
Rain or shine, night or day, exploring the stalls
Piihyara piihyara
Tentsuku tentsuku
With a mask and a Hyottoko
Piihyara piihyara
Tentsuku tentsuku
That's the festival

Auntie, auntie, she's a big lady
Her house is messy, full of junk
Secretly sneaking a nap in autumn
No matter what you say, piihyara
No matter what you ask, tentsuku
Piihyara piihyara
Tentsuku tentsuku
That's the festival

After the festival, night falls
In the cold wind
Uncle with burnt eyebrows
Auntie with a stolen bellyband
Truly painful
Just sighing
No matter how much you cry, you can't go back
No matter how much you cry
To that festival