The
village champion
He
can't cut it in the world
Though
he tries to spread his wings
The
bad skeletons shadow him
The
village people may believe
The
words he uses to win their minds
Sad
to say he hasn't got the qualities
He
isn't Hang Tuah; he isn't Hang Jebat
The
village champion
Agonising
his view
On
the world he watches by
Dreaming
of his conquests
It
is only in his backyard
He
could say with some confidence
But
the bad skeletons will be expose
One
by one he will face the truth
When
the retirement plan kicks in
The
village champion will face his blues
He
has no muscles to push it away
He
has to finally face his truth
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