Written in 20161113, posted here today, a parody about the shrinking Malaysian Ringgit, sung to the tune of Shalalalala.
My ringgit goes shalala lala . . .
There's a ringgit in my purse and its value has been sinking,
All the way to the day and the night till dark clouds surround me.
He's going down for some time, now that started me thinking.
And I'm singing a song, hoping he'll bounce back when he hears me.
[Chorus]
My ringgit goes shalala lala,
going down in the morning,
Oh oh oh, shalala lala,
when will it ever see sunshine.
Shalala lala,
losing its value in the evening.
Shalala lala,
making life hard for you . . .
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