Tick-tock, tick-tock, tick-tock
So the clock says
As she continues counting
Four years make a term
Two years equal half term
So our democracy says
Tick-tock, tick-tock, tick-tock
Six of eight years gone
Two more years soon to go
And no more time for ‘politricians’
Who turn things upside down
Rather than turning things around.
Tick-tock, tick-tock, tick-tock
The time-up gong will soon ring
And Baba will have to go
Same for Yaro, Ishehu, Mal-amin
With Panta-min and his pantomime.
Tick-tock, tick-tock, tick-tock
Freedom day is nigh
Patience, ye regionists, nihilists
Ye ethnic jingoists, religionists beware
There’s time for everything.
Tick-tock, tick-tock, tick-tock
Time to come, time to go
These ravening clouds will go
They shall not possess the sky
So, when it’s time to go
No one can say nay!
Tick-tock, tick-tock, tick-tock
Ye said “Sai Baba” years ago
Thou shall say “Sai Gobe” soon
After “Welcome, it’s “Bye-bye”
Time waits for no man.
