A forgotten tale, it surfaces now,
A forgotten tale, it surfaces now,
When tears descend, when tears descend,
A mother's drop, a father's drop, a flood.
My youth, it trembles with the fear,
My youth, it trembles with the fear,
When the station calls, when the station calls,
The report filed, a mother's plea, a father's plight.
My heart finds no solace in this desolate land,
My heart finds no solace in this desolate land,
In this desolate land, in this desolate land,
Bedbugs! Oh, bedbugs! Oh, bedbugs!
No, friend, they are mosquitoes, mosquitoes.
They all bite, they all bite,
Lice crawl within the trousers, within the trousers,
Lice crawl within the trousers, pick them, pick them, pick them.
The thorn of joy has withered in the fever of your love.
Whispering softly into my ear, whispering softly into my ear,
My soul whispers, my soul whispers,
Beware, oh beware, brother, beware.
Beware, beware, beware, beware.
In the next era, we shall be,
The chicken chop, the father of chowmein,
Pure bhaji, and beaten rice,
Coconut water at the liquor store,
My brother's bread.
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