All dem union leaders in a flap
About dis five per cent wages cap
So Kamla come out an' tell dem flat
I never say cap, instead is ah hat
De union men try to show who is boss
She rough dem up an' say who vex dey lorse
Nobody else going to run de show
Not even Errol, nor Rudy, nor Bhoe.
Dem union men upset like dey want to puke
Whenever dey hear de name Watson Duke
Dey say Duke cud put Batman in he place
He worse dan Two Face, dey call him Three Face
When Watson say stand up, dem labour men run
Dis union business t'ing ain't really no fun
When dey thought PSA protest was alive
Duke under de table, taking a five
De rest ah dem say dey ain't taking dat
Whether is cap, bandanna, or hat
Dey mus' be free to negotiate
Without de Government setting a fixed rate
But de parties now reach a stalemate
With general strike set for future date
De talks like dey only getting Ancil mad
He blowing more steam and talking more bad
He say dat dem workers so obedient
And dey will obey de word of de Government
He say Kamla tell dem do what dey like
Go and call yuh damn national strike
So dat de ball now in union court
To go ahead or decide to abort
To show dat dey serious an' not a fluke
And not sellouts like dey saying 'bout Duke
Figuring Watson out, dey just don't know
Dey cyar predict which way de wind go blow
But what dem union men don't understan'
Watson could outdo any weatherman
So he swing East and then he swing West
While his members getting less and less
Well you know Duke really great for sure
He convince PSA less is more
Saying he get house for you and for me
But in de end Watson holding de key
Den he went St Joseph in WASA an' fete up
But fellow unions saying is ah set up
Dey say he gone an' do de same t'ing
And dat de Duke disgracing Charlie King
Dey say dat is ah man overboard
Dey throw he out de Fyzabad accord
Daring him to come an' set foot down dey
When they celebrating Labour Day
Business leaders nervous, ill at ease
Roget continue to taunt and to tease
He have de crowd an' he know how to wuk it
Like how Manning pulling date from back pocket
But those who don't learn lessons from history
Doomed to suffer de same destiny
Ancil had better don't try to tempt fate
An' end up like Patrick on election date
Remember when teachers was on de rampage
And ramajaying all over de stage
To de six per cent dey had said "No"
And end up wid dunce cap an' a big zero
Wid all dese big, big figures in de sky
Sometimes yuh end up eating humble pie
And when yuh fall back down to de earth
Instead ah pelau and curry, yuh eat dirt
Now everybody want de good times to flam
And to be eating de ham and de jam
But trade unions does forget de story
'Bout champagne taste an' pocket dat like mauby
Remember Watson went Hyatt and say how
Dey wanted to barbecue a big fat cow
You have to make realistic requests
Linked to productivity and to progress
You cyar want everything in yuh favour
And say if yuh ain't get, yuh withhold yuh labour
Making a bargain is a two-way street
Where both parties have to sit down an' treat
Both sides have to be prepared to give
In dis small space we all have to live
Madam PM you could lead de way
An' you could still have de final say
"Five per cent cap I never say dat,
What I said was a six per cent hat".
