Created: Wednesday, 16 October 2002 Written by CorrespondentI've got my head up me ass.
The time to run around like a chook with its head cut off is nigh.
I demand that demands be made and that threats be undone.
I'm one of dem wandering minstrels
Jus toting me flute
& blowing it sky high.
All we's ask is the script be written
We's smart enuff to follow dat
You's just be the boss..
Long time since i didnt do nuthin
Just sit and stare all day
the cordial one