This is a rather rubbish and no-sense piece of work. I don't even know if this is even called a poem or lyrics but it was created out of boredom and the midst of my colleagues talking about Malaysian politics.

Glossary
Cincang = mince [but just imagining me performing some sword play]

leng chai = cute guys

mana tau = didn't expect

pakcik = old man [but in this context I was referring to my supervisor]

punya suara = your voice

tangkap = being caught

Cincang, cincang & cincang
Yesterday, yesterday, yesterday
I saw you all with a smiling face
In the office
And I thought what a wonderful day to start work
Until

Do you all know
I feel like cincang, cincang, cincang
YOU ALL
When you guys open your mouth
The first word came out of your mouth is about
ELECTION

NO!!!
I don't want to hear anything about it
My ears is screaming for peace
[Poor me]
But all of you are so inconsiderate
Keep on talking about those haggard looking candidates
Polluting my innocent mind
[Poor me]
NO!!!

Cincang, cincang, cincang
Here I come
With my trusty rusty invincible
WEAPON!!

Do you all know
Those things really hurt my ears
Thank god I got 2 ultimate leng chai pictures in my computer
To keep me sane�
Shoo shoo you old fools
Shoo shoo you old looking fools
Shoo shoo and give space to new incoming leng chai into my mind
YAY!!! YA!!! YAY!!!

But still

Cincang, cincang, cincang
Here I come
With my trusty rusty invincible
WEAPON!!

I thought I put on my headphone
I could shut you all out with my leng chai voice ��
But mana tau you all punya suara drown his voice
NO!!!!!!!! It��s IMPOSSIBLE!!!

So?

Cincang, cincang, cincang
Here I come
With my trusty rusty invincible
WEAPON!!

I thought my headphone will protect me
From your stupid world
But mana tau I was tangkap for your pleasure
One of you lashed your words on me like a whip
It hurts so much
And now I truly realized you are so childish�
Grow up!!!
I could not believe you showed your dislike when you thought I voted against your favourite party
At that moment I feel like

Cincang, cincang, cincang
Here I come
With my trusty rusty invincible
WEAPON!!

No wonder pakcik felt so piss off
To your dumb dumb preach
Grow up!! Grow up!!
Hey !! Hey !! Hey !!
Grow up!! Grow Up!!

Cincang, cincang, cincang
Here he comes
With his 007 and women charming skills
Cincang, cincang, cincang
Yay!

And thank god at 5 p.m.
You all have stopped talking about politics
And thank god my Peter Petrelli is waiting for me at home
If not I really
CINCANG, CINCANG, CINCANG!!!

Thanks for visiting me.
I think it is lyrics but I did not understand much of it.
Hugs
» cricket on 2008-03-12 04:41:16

man... some people got to know when to shut up.
» Nuttz on 2008-03-13 10:39:45

lets go on Thursday instead? XD
» Nuttz on 2008-03-14 02:53:26

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