Where the bright lights are dim
Read the two letters
One from the attorneys
Another from your father
Read fast because the old
Man is retiring.He might
be dying even by now
What says my father this time?
I don't want to be bothered
with burdening family troubles
Read it loud so we may laugh
I want to go out in the city where
the bright lights are dim
Your father is angry with you
Apparently you are blasting his
money on booze.You are womanizing
And you are neglecting your studies
Your father is very worried
There is nothing to worry about
Let's leave girls
If you have anything to worry about
Let me know I'll about with
the drinks and the cash
Follow me my lovely friends
There's enough cash to blow tonight
where the bright lights are dim
Your father further elaborates
That you must not waste the best years
of your youth.He won't be there
For you forever
Tell my dad
I was not there in his youth
I want to enjoy myself while I'm
still
young.It makes no sense to want to
hit the limelight when you're old in
Your octogenarian jubilee.According
to the likes of my no use father I must
wait forever to join the fun outside
Let's not detain ourselves here forever
Move my petite young lovers.The groove
is hot where the bright lights are dim
Here's some more bad news
Your father is dying in his last death
throes
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poem by Ngaka Motaung
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