Musta Forgot dough

Lyrics by Cory Smith, music by Styx (Mr. Roboto)

Domo arigato musta’ forgot dough

Domo arigato musta’ forgot dough

I’m running short on cash

Domo arigato musta’ forgot dough

I’ll pay you back in a flash


We all, know someone who (cheapo, cheapo, such a cheapo)

Despite their revenue (cheapo, cheapo, such a cheapo)

Will try to mooch off you (cheapo, cheapo, such a cheapo)

To save a buck or two!


I’ve got a pet peeve

One that gets right

under my skin

And every time I

See it happen

My patience runs thin

So if you see me 

getting angry, 

don't be surprised

You’re probably wondering

What my point is

Let me summarize

I really despise, when somebody tries

To get me to pay, for something he buys


I went out to a

Restaurant with

Some people I know

We asked the waiter 

To split the check when

It got time to go

We each had ordered

A modest portion

Except for one guy

He got a combo

An extra side dish

And then ordered pie

When he looked my way,

I knew that he’d say

He had some new scheme

To get me to pay


I am a kindly man (kindly, kindly, is that a real word?)

I gave in to his plan (I used PayPal, the money transferred)

He gladly took my bread (he tried real hard, to justify it)

And here is what he said


Domo arigato, musta’ forgot dough, domo, domo

Domo arigato, I’ll pay you back though, domo, domo

Domo arigato, musta’ forgot dough

Domo arigato, I’ll pay you back though

Domo arigato, musta’ forgot dough

Domo arigato, I’ll pay you back though


Thank you very much, I misplaced my wallet

My credit card got lost, I had to stop it

The check is in the mail, I am still waiting

My bank placed a hold, so irritating 

Thank you! I'll repay you!

Thanks for last time too! I owe you!, oh yeah


The problem's plain to see, it’s not my friend, it’s me

Resentment tends to grow, I need to let it go

The time has come at last (secret secret I found the secret)

To throw away the past (that’s the secret, I finally see it)

Might not get reimbursed (doesn’t matter, if my wallet’s flatter)

Held grudges are the worst!

I’ll feel joy! Feel joy! Feel joy! Feel joy!