Kaga, you see, I'm eating bauxite
And though I know I must ask you
Does it really make me look like a girl?

Akagi, being a girl is just a tough job
I hope you're picked to be the best Akagis ever had
Working like a dog at the naval base

Now wait a minute
I think we hit a wall
I think we hit a psychic wall

Maybe we're just young
And we won't know 'til we're old
Too young to free ourselves
From this lonely fish bowl
Some kind of wall
Some kind of psychic wall
Some kind of wall
Some kind of psychic wall
We can get a burn

Come on, let's find a way to be happy
Not like Midway Hime, she will never be satisfied
Always complaining about her life
To her abyssal friends
You think she would've found by now
To be sought as a queen
We don't need a burn