by Azly Rahman
Where have all those memories gone Of the city that never sleeps Sin-filled you are … Offering life’s panorama A pandora box of a lushness of emotions
Jay Bee You may be called a city of filth Of gang wars and transvestite agalore Of rock kapak geniuses conceived immaculately From the womb of Papa Rock Ahhh New Johor … New York you may want to be Thou shall never attain that notoriety
Sweet city sin city Celebrating the velocity of money It is there I knew love’s inner beauty As we walked up and down the Lido Beach whose middle name is “filthy” Ohh Jay Bee … you are a soul that is one with me
Jay Bee Sin city where politics stink where corruption gets a nice daily wink where the power elites are the underground kings where the poor are hoodwinked where the children of the working class roam the streets in motorcycles with bilng bing where the smell of ganja filled the air like a pissed-on fermented drink Ahh Jay Bee City of Sins
Your hunchback of Tanjung Puteri is dead and gone Committed sepuku at the sight of what has become Of you sin city Jay Bee Si Bongkok died of a death he long-willed for As the sight of the crooked bridge broke his heart that exploded with a roar Ahhh… thanks to the Johor Corridor And the Disney of Nusajaya Johoreans adore Sin city Jay Bee Your economy, like a Segget River , stinks till eternity
Love is gone Of the one my heart held on As I walked countless miles Along the Lido beach Time has not been kind To this city that never sleeps To this sin city That weeps The yesteryears of the loss of pride that run deep Love is gone The deal is sealed Sin city you are now sold To the forked tongued nationalists grown old like ageing Disneys
Sin city Jay Bee You were once mine You will no longer be