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The Former PM’s Letter from Abroad (VH)

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Vala Hafstað's picture

(To be sung to Kinks’ ‘Lola’)

A place in the Caribbean I do adore

Is a paradise with a pretty shore

Called Tortola, Tor, Tor, Tor, Tortola

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A place where money grows because there is no tax

You can watch it grow into major stacks

On Tortola, Tor, Tor, Tor, Tortola

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But leaks can happen anywhere your money flows

And it happened, too, everybody knows

On Tortola, Tor, Tor, Tor, Tortola

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Well, I fought so hard to stay afloat

The trouble rose and sank my boat

The voters watched me almost drown

And said to me, “We’ll bring you down.”

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They gathered in the streets and shouted, “We can’t trust

You to rule our place, so away you must

To Tortola, Tor, Tor, Tor, Tortola

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They pushed me away, so what could I say?

Didn’t break any law, but was forced to withdraw

They said, “Go south and shut your mouth.”

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I’m good at growing money so I’ll plant some trees

And I’ll watch them grow in the gentle breeze

On Tortola, Tor, Tor, Tor, Tortola

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Vala Hafstad

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