Song of the Brown Islands

This is the song of the brown islands:

The men are poorly and the women are sick.

And a monkey runs the works

And the fields wither under the stench of oil.

Going there, Freddy? Not me, Teddy,

The dollar alone won't make a happy heart.

Going there, Freddy? Not me, Teddy,

If I want to see monkeys, I'll go to the zoo.

These are the brown islands, my son:

The women are sick and the men are poorly.

A monkey runs everything there.

And who comes is well and who goes is weak.

Who comes is well and who goes is weak.

The monkey reigns in bed and factory.

The monkey has gold and the monkey is right.

And parries the men in bed and factory.

Petroleum stinks and the island stinks.

It stinks of a man gold and black.

But the dollar that the oil brings doesn't stink,

And no one can resist the monkey.