Hey, Style Mangi!
You fly come in style,
Landing on my kunai airstrip,
You tok, VOTE ME!
I build international airport,
But all I read after election,
You Virgin Blue go na Qantas kam,
While mosquitoes patrol the kunai field.

Hey, Style Mangi!
You 75 horse powering kam,
Steering into my peaceful bay,
You tok, VOTE ME!
I build modern hospital,
But all I hear after election,
You go Singapore for malaria,
While mi drinkim lemon grass for cancer.

Hey, Style Mangi!
You come in your fancy language,
Flashing me your bikman status
You tok, VOTE ME!
I bring wireless to hauslain,
But all I hear after election,
Your selfie postings on Facebook,
While mi wire lus na tingting story.

He,! Style Mangi!
You act uncivilised so world thinks I’m unmodernised,
Singing your way through with mauswara promises
My VOTE! for your plastic toys!
You stole my privileges,
Sell my inheritances,
Your greed fuelling the corrupt dealings,
While mi sweat under the moonlight spell.