Jamaica Jubilee Years

Remember it just like yesterday 'Twas the sixth of August, independence day Manley called the election, Busta took the drive New nation at UN assembly, Jamaica arrived Topsy turvy, hurly burly, brick brack, nick nacks All this wondorous excitement Ever child get a present Me get two 'cause my plum friend Rosie Was in love with me Yes it was 62, the gun was fired Independence day, Jamaica draped in new clothes, fully attired Black, gold, and green the new emblem Out of many the motto, then the anthem Busta came in and did a stint Soon followed by Sangster's little sprint But as soon as him took up the reins He was overcome with natures pains The trend was set, the pattern was laid We start get false promises and cronies get paid It was a six for a nine and a nine for a six Rasta jump up in uniison and called it politrix Then them win our votes With chickenback, flower and salt fish But inna inner city Kingston, a wish is in a dish Between the politics and the economic sloth Them bring in the dollar and burn the pound note After the founding fathers And Sangsters little stint Shearer bridged the gap and blazed a trail But instead of driving foreign policy Him specialize in skirt tail So come the next election Jamaicans soon forget Manley now preached socialism And engineered a landslide win But Jamaicans like licky licky politics So come the next election,them let Seaga in But economist can't run socialist country And don't care how you dance pochominia That don't feed hungry pickney With a charasmic demenour and a visionary aim Jamaicans let Manley sweep the floor again But with CIA diversion, Cuban exclusion and garisson politics Them fling out Manley, and Seaga come back with him tricks Try as he might, with IMF driving foreign policy And a deeeply devalued dollar currency Them throw Seaga out and in came Patterson With window dressed socialism and inate charm He governed over an era and even weathered Gilbert's storm But now him get bored and designated the leadership Sister P was chosen But in the shadows was Peter Phillips Between the grooming and the infighting Golding saw his chance and moved like grease lighting And did a victory dance But with saltfish politics and the cronyism Mixed with the Tivoli incursion Him abandon ship and let Holness swim But thinking he was on a roll Judging by the opinion poll Him call a snap election And Mama P win in a stroll One Love.