They call me ‘Banda’ and I come from the island of Sri Lanka!
I eat salted, devilled fish the locals call ‘karawalla’,
It smells like a dead, decomposing motha fucka!
But it’s tasty like your salted bacon, yet better!
So, come round & be like a cannibal tribe…
Devouring each other, left salted & smelling foul like (sum of ’em) were in life!
We elect our victim by a vote of majority,
‘Cause we wanna get our seat in the UN General Assembly,
And spread our own version of democracy!
So, let’s get together and eat some foul smelling tasty grub!
And, I promise you, if I’m elected, I won’t let you down!