The
Old Man claps his hands
He
feels good knowing the cracks
Cruising
in PKR as he waits to collect
The
wayward souls to his house
The
age has walked
Yet
his mind full of plans
The
spots haven't changed
He
is at his elements again
The
master of the game
He
isn't going to fall asleep
It
will keep him sharp and alive!
It's
his dream in the fast lane
The
Old Man wants his chair
He
doesn't want to let go yet
He
always says he has unfinished business
He
can't be gone anytime soon
The
red and white will have to
The
secret Trojan Horses will unleash
The
implosion will hit hard in the party
Though
right now the members are branded
Don't
write off the master of the game
Don't
make a mistake to let him have a free hand
He
will chain you to the pole every day
You
can't move but only shout expletives
Anwar
should walk with alertness
The
party is in two camps
AA
and his gang tilted to Bersatu
He
shouldn't get drunk on transition of power
Watch
the master
Old
age doesn't say he is weak
His
mind is sharp with quick retort
Don't
let him move in his own way
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