O’ Genie, Your Excellency!
Goddess of fortune
O’ my magic lamp!
Your tragic Ism lip-service
And magic morning prayer in vice
Made my fortune fly
To the Virginia islands
Made my treasure buy
O’ my matchless demi-god
Lee Kuan’s city bowed at thy
Whirling casino of love to buy.
O’ my majesty queen
You own the throne as a monarch
Without the fear of death
I own three treasure islands
Without any trial beneath
O’ indemnity, my dear indemnity
In the name of holy liberation war
O’ ownership, my dear ownership
Of the colony where subjects greet
And Respect in fear. Is that hatred
Chained in the dungeon of blood-red.
Save me O’ Queen if I am caught in action
I will flee into three-direction.
O’ Genie you gave me second birth as Aladdin
Let there be iron-curtain with an Indian spin.