Choose Me For Champion

Choose me to be your champion

I am possessing of a very righteous style

I understand what's happening

I have charisma and of course a winning smile

I stand accused of being an audacious redeemer

Not a charge I can deny

I have refused the ways of the liar and the schemer

And I'm not afraid to die

Oh hark back to the mighty shipwreck

How ancestors of the islanders are we

How the ship sank like a sinking think-tank

Our memories are gone and sink at sea

We have allowed ourselves to be insulted by invaders

For the longest of years

I will employ all my cunning and my patients

And then we will persevere

I find I can get behind

Heretical ideas and make them real

You do what you want to do

I cannot tell you how to feel

But if the grievous deeds of the Floridian forces

Have not opened up your eyes

I will get down on my knees and the Pitcarinian's Women Chorus

Will shout up to the skies

There's only twenty-four of us

Here on our island in the sea

And we know Queen Mary Todd has sent her army

And I can be the hero that you need me to be

Oh, my visionary people

You don't need powerful binoculars to see

That we're descendants of the Bounty mutineers

And I can liquidate your fears

And Pitcarin Island will be free

Free in the air

We don't want those blimps coming here

Free in the sea

A colonial offshoot is that what you want to be?

Freedom is fine

The responsibility for saving all our lives

On Pitcarin Island should be mine

Consider Thursday October Christian

He's a great rebel and I am exaggerating only very slightly

He wore no clothes but a piece of cloth about his loin

Heroism is no more than a chapter in a tale of submission.

"The walls of oppression and humiliation cannot be demolished except in a rain of boomerangs,"

Christian said Monday in response to Thursday's balloon massacre