Romaji

Sono shiroi kuriimu no shita de
Yawarakai suponji wo kasanete
Yasashisa mo itoshisa mo nosete
Pan! Pan! Amai amai papa no pankeeki ga
Pan! Pan! Tsutsumikonderu no

Itsumo itsumo onnaji koto iu wa
“Are shinasai!” “Kore doushita?”
Aa mou sonna guai ni kogoto bakari kureta hi ni wa
Itsumo oyako genka boppatsu

Tobidashite dareka yobidashite
Asonde mo waratte mo doko kashira
Nani ka hikkakaru no “gomen” tte kotoba
Naka naori wo itsudatte shitai no

Sono kuroi chokoreeto soosu de
Torokeru yo na meepuru dotto kakete
Kanashisa mo moyamoya mo tokase
Pan! Pan! Sonna toki wa papa no pankeeki ga
Pan! Pan! Sasatto detekuru no

Mama mitai ni tsuyoku ikitai mono
Dakedo mama naranai
Aa mou sonna guai ni toho tohou ni kureta yoru wa
Hora donzoko no supairaru

Naki sugite kao wo harashita tte
Mada harenai tada tsurai toki ni wa
Nani mo iwazu ni damatte papa wa
Epuron shime harikitte tsukuru no

Sono akai ichigo wo chiribame
Amazuppai buruuberii shikitsumete
Hekondara onaka kara modosu wa
Pan! Pan! Amayakashite papa no pankeeki de
Pan! Pan! Manma to gokigen yo

Sono shiroi kuriimu no shita de
Yawarakai suponji wo kasanete
Yasashisa mo itoshisa mo nosete
Pan! Pan! Amai amai papa no pankeeki ga
Pan! Pan! Tsutsumikon deru no

Pan pan pan pa paan
Pan pan pan pa paankeeki
Pan pan pan pa paan
Pan pan pan pa paankeeki yay!

English

A pile of soft sponge
Under that white cream
Topped with tenderness and love
Pan! Pan! Papa’s sweet pancakes
Pan! Pan! Comfort me

He always says the same thing
“Do this!” “What happened to that?”
Arrrgh, jeez! On days like that when he does nothing but tell me off
A father-daughter fight always breaks out

When I walk out, call up a friend
And hang out and laugh with them
For some reason something inside me nags at me to apologise
And I always go make up with him

That brown chocolate sauce
And lashings of melting maple syrup
Melts away my sadness and blows away my cobwebs
Pan! Pan! At times like this, Papa’s pancakes
Pan! Pan! Come out in a flash

I want to live as strongly as Mama
But I couldn’t possibly
Arrgh, jeez! On nights like that when I don’t have a clue what to do
See, I spiral to rock bottom

When I’ve cried until my face is puffy
And the sun still hasn’t come out and it just hurts
Without saying a word
Papa puts on his apron and makes them with gusto

Sprinkled with those red strawberries
Covered with sweet, tart blueberries
When I’m feeling down, they heal me from my stomach
Pan! Pan! Papa spoils me with his pancakes
Pan! Pan! And I’m all smiles again

A pile of soft sponge
Under that white cream
Topped with tenderness and love
Pan! Pan! Papa’s sweet pancakes
Pan! Pan! Comfort me

Pan pan pan papaan
Pan pan pan papaancake
Pan pan pan papaan
Pan pan pan papaancake, yay!