Shake Shake

One of the things that truly impresses me about Singapore is its cultural diversity and tolerance. The other day I caught sight of two women chatting. One was dressed like an early seventies go-go dancer and the other like a sandal-sporting Darth Vadar. The funny thing is that neither seemed to mind.

While countries are waging war and chicken-shit terrorists blast the innocent, these two were providing a perfect proof-of-concept for Rodney King’s much haggard imploration. When left to the individual, yes, we can all get along just fine.

As I reflected on the recent attacks in this part of the world, the image of the two women encouraged me beyond measure. Perhaps there is hope for humanity. Of course, being the sarcastic bastard I am, an image of Harry Belafonte somehow sprung to mind. He or perhaps he wine I was drinking led me to rewrite his famous 1956 hit, Senora. Sorry Harry. Hope you enjoy the stupidity.

Shake, shake, shake Mohammad, shake your Party line.

Work, work, work Mohammad, it’s fighting all the time.

1^st Verse

My neighbor, he wears a turban. I tell you friends it’s disturbin’.

First he starts with the praying.

Next thing you know he’s thinkin’ of slaying.

Chorus

Allah makes the rhyme, rule the Christians in time.

Okay it’s a Jidhad.

Allah makes the rhyme, rule the Christians in time.

Okay it’s a Jidhad.

2^nd Verse

You can talk about my man Buddha, Jesus or even Yoda.

A fanatic’s god has no humor.

Do what he say, or he’ll give you a tumor.

Repeat Chorus

3^rd Verse

Terror takes no vacation, except to learn aviation.

And fellas you've got to watch it.

When crazies get pissed they’ll strap on a rocket.

Repeat Chorus

4^th Verse

We should be dancing calypso, cause hate my friends is a no-no.

Everyone’s caught in the high stress,

But I doubt God cares that much for an address.

We make the rhyme, learn from each other in time.

Okay it’s a party.

We make the rhyme, so love each other in time.

Okay it’s a party.