With apologies to Paul Anka.
And now, the end is near and as we face the bamboo curtain.
My friends, I’ll say it clear, I’ll state my case, although I’m hurting.
I’ve been, a trusting fool, unravelled each and every which-way,
But more, much more this, from Monday to Friday
But what is their plan, not give a jot?
For all my pains, what have I got?
When typhoons came, I took the call
Helped all I could, oh what a fool,
Their record shows, they thumbed their nose,
Sent me on my way.