and we ask where jean is?

Where is Jean?
In a bottle of a genie
Oh no! She can’t be?

Some say she isn’t in the equation
She is just a wife to the sleeping loader
Carrying on his tasks as if nothing happens
Has he known the ground cracked?

There are many to say
The country of divide and rule till today
The BN leaders still talk like before
They don’t get the messages after all

Where is Jean?
Ah the paradise the Land of Kangaroo
She nestles there forget about the whispers
She doesn’t want to hear it any more

And the sleeping beauty
Going on as if nothing the matter
He doesn’t likely to listen
Though he says he hears it in his big ears

On the ground the leaks winding
Passing through branches ripples spreading
On the East the drum beats loud and clear
Only the strumming of melody missing

And we ask where Jean is?
Nothing for us to decide
It is our country we must make it color blind
In our lives marching forward to the world stage
We have finally arrived!