Dear Land of Labba and Crik Water

Dear land of Guyana, owned by crooks and thieves
Made rich by shan lin, and slush by the rains
Said geecom be fair, between morons and ppp cees,
Your children desert you, for the land of the free
Green land of Guyana, our mayors of yore,
Of family matters and incest hidden under the floor

 This oil dem find, will make we rich
Soon sons and daughters in Guyana everything free.
Great Granger in Guyana thou own supporter doth protest you
Where every Harman is his own boss
Suffer the children unto me For a good topstick 
 oh its hardening as I sing
For politicians have eyes that did not see,
One land of six peoples, protesting for free.
Dear land of Guyana, to you will we give,
Our visas and watch you beat out
God guard you, great Mother
 and make us to be 
On time for the flight to the land of the free.

Dear Land of Labba and Crik water

I will come back to thee

after I get my green card from Uncle Sammy

at least he won't molest me

oh say can you see

how nameekarmish I be

singing another man anthem 

at my independence jubilee