Rojak mee
Cook it up mix
Every part a gift
In Hook up lift
The sweet sauces
The aroma of taste
Hook you up
In every paste
Today I fry
Eggs bread and onions cry
Hit up the wok
Crushing you in mind
I only hear
The hard ladle dance
Wok on fire
in Hook up lift
Yesterday I saw
Half opened door
The Rojak mee stall still empty
But Hooka opened for business
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