The frogs croaking fiercely
In Parliament the warning signs begin
The frogs aren’t going to sink in the pool
UMNO better wakes up soon
Dark Vader moving in his corridors
Marshalling his troops for the assault
Checking and reviewing his options
He knows his time has arrived
Run or disappear in the whirlpool
The earth quakes hit China
The cyclone hit Myanmar
The USA primary elections
A black or a white talking in the news
Where will Dark Vader be?
MCA in the news
Of its snooping swat game
Catching its leaders
Bringing dispute to its image
And the juicy part
UMNO still talks arrogantly
When the silly pests conquer the ground
It is just a matter of time
The sink holes will dig in
Dark Vader sweats in his suit
He hardly sleeps at all these days
Looking out from his Dark Hill
He knows he has to run
The jet is waiting…………
He walks to the windows
He doesn’t like what he sees
The anthills sprouting on the ground
It is a sign of bad omen
He drinks his liquid with shaky hands
Time he has none; it is ticking away
He pours on his options
Trying to calculate his chances
Listening on the silence
Of the Dark Hill
In Parliament the warning signs begin
The frogs aren’t going to sink in the pool
UMNO better wakes up soon
Dark Vader moving in his corridors
Marshalling his troops for the assault
Checking and reviewing his options
He knows his time has arrived
Run or disappear in the whirlpool
The earth quakes hit China
The cyclone hit Myanmar
The USA primary elections
A black or a white talking in the news
Where will Dark Vader be?
MCA in the news
Of its snooping swat game
Catching its leaders
Bringing dispute to its image
And the juicy part
UMNO still talks arrogantly
When the silly pests conquer the ground
It is just a matter of time
The sink holes will dig in
Dark Vader sweats in his suit
He hardly sleeps at all these days
Looking out from his Dark Hill
He knows he has to run
The jet is waiting…………
He walks to the windows
He doesn’t like what he sees
The anthills sprouting on the ground
It is a sign of bad omen
He drinks his liquid with shaky hands
Time he has none; it is ticking away
He pours on his options
Trying to calculate his chances
Listening on the silence
Of the Dark Hill
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