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Song of Rumbai
Life is full of constant battles
Fighting servants, broken rattles
Mildew creeping through the louvers
Despite our brave and wise maneuvers.
Six rotten eggs from every dozen
Extra rice for Mochtar's cousin
Assorted worms in all the flour
Powdered milk that's always sour.
Searching for new inspiration
To conquer Camp Administration
Arising with the morning sun
To wait for buses that never come.
Import duties, quite outrageous
Mental doldrums, quite contagious
Weekly commissary rations,
And quite impressed by year old fashions.
Indulging in the hottest gossip
Trips to Duri and Bekasap
The Friday battle for fresh fruit
And the usual weekend 'toot'.
Reporting for our booster shots
And fighting periodic 'trots'
And movies you had best forget
Unless you really like them wet!
So, this is Rumbai and why we're here
Is clear as a glass of Heineken's beer
Money, Honey!