Kong Kong and his video cam
That's how I'll come to remember this man
Those tapes and records of family events,
Captured by his steady hands
Relying on my mental cam,
It's scenes of Kong Kong - the 'mechanic man'
Fixing things, old clocks and fans
TVs, radios, that wonky discman
Pass it to him, he'll know what to do
All he needs is a day or two
It's Kong Kong again, with a cap and bicycle
He peddles on, it's classical
This 90-year-old, fresh out cycling
What he does is so inspiring
Chinese New Year has come around
Kong Kong steps into our gambling ground
"Polish!" "Polish!" he makes that sound.
Despite the racket, he enjoys his quiet
It's Solitaire cards, he plays autopilot
Alone in his room, under the bright white light
I remember this clearly, it's Kong Kong alright
So fiercely he yells
At the Mahjong tiles
Banging on the table, deep angry frowns
It's no fun losing, that we can tell
Penang his last trip out of Singapore
Glad I was there, spending time some more
We ate and drank, he had cockles that stunk
but Kong Kong enjoyed galore.
Of all the things that Kong Kong did in his life
He was proudest most - of course his wife
Who gave him the chance of raising a family
That we knew, were his prized trophies.
How I wished I had his video cam
Documenting the life of this wonderful man
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Kong Kong, I'll miss you.
so much
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