In 2015, at Washington near Lee,
There was a band of sushi chefs as bold as they could be,
They rolled with Li and Jack-san from the bayou to the bay,
They banded themselves together and they called themselves KA
I’m a son of a san of a son of a san of son of an ol’ KA
A son of a san of a son of a san of Nippon Land, Hoorah!
We have some cafes in Peru and plenty in Japan,
We’ll roll our rolls in Africa and any foreign land,
To them we give aji, mako and a Crazy Irishman.
We’ll take our stand in Old Japan and roll for ol’ KA.