What I'm about to say here will stay here
But the teacher and student A from the class next door are
You see, doing something they shouldn't, something immoral
Well, I guess now the gossip has finally freed itself from its egg

It's supposed to be a ridiculous secret chained down deep underground
But now it's dancing stark-naked in front of the Shibuya station

"Let me join the group!" "Let me join the talk!"
As the telephone game is played generation after generation
The message is passed here, there, and everywhere
And now it goes something like this: "Yaa. Lalipappala, pappappala."

Everyone is hogging gluttonously in the most unsightly manner
The gossips and news already smeared with others' saliva
They slowly become ADDICTED to sobbing
And then become bound by some rotten gossips

I'll lick some sweet sweet chocolate, some real, some fake. Ah...
Who cares if it's real or not? It's delicious and filled with additives
Flimsy sweet talks are too fake; juicy rumors are more real to me
You think so, too? Of course I also think so
How simple-minded, huh?

What I'm about to say is a secret
But that extremely popular idol, and that handsome scholar
As well as all of us who are pretending to be crazed over them
Are all going "Yaa. Dandandidan, dandandidan!"

Inside my head
My self-interest and envy are boiling and swirling
I'd do things like searching for a place to play my trump card
Or smiling while holding a bomb in my bosom

When an aluminum wrapper is unfolded, people will surely crowd there as expected
Behind the scenes, someone will secretly be pouring black rain
I'll just answer to the majority's needs, and sell to them what they all want
You do that, too? Of course I also do that

For example, if that ○○○○'s ○○○○○ turns out
To be ○○○○ actually, then
That's already ○○○○, and ○○○ is ○○○○○!!

What will you fill into the grooves eaten out by the worms?
I'll make an exception and let you take a grip of my tail grown out of guilt
I won't look at THAT since I can see it. I want to see THAT since I can't see it
Riddle me this now! What is "THAT"?
"I have no idea!"

I'll lick some sweet sweet chocolate, some real, some fake. Ah...
Who cares if it's real or not? It's delicious and filled with additives
When an aluminum wrapper is unfolded, people will surely crowd there as expected
Behind the scenes, someone will secretly be pouring black rain
Flimsy sweet talks are too fake; juicy rumors are more real to me
You think so, too? Of course I also think so
Oh, somehow I don't like this