From the square of the revolution they all took off
Very vociferous with their banners aloft
In a unifying tone a slogan they chant
Some with emotions and a dramatic rant
Confusion reign as the route they can't decide
But they all soon follow the instructions of fat man Clyde
He and some top ranks walk off in a barrier line
And Up Brickdam Street the crowds follow behind
Some people in the crowd then suddenly disagree
That they aint following the protest too far behind he
So some decided fuh run to the front
Plus some one of them even stumble and buss them mouth
Fat man then get vex and say the protest call off
And there's where he made the protestors laugh
Everybody start mumbling they come alone fuh sure
Fuh carry home TV's from somebody store
So towards Regent Street the crowds now turn
And suddenly you see somebody store start to burn
Hundreds of citizens now hustling to get out of town
And store owners had to pull their metal shutters down
By evening time it all subside
Some people went home with TV's and new bicycles fuh ride
The arrested few in the lock-ups start fuh cry
While others on TV complaining how police swell up dem eye
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