The Diplomat

See the polichicken dance,
When the media advance,
with a skill disarm a bomb,
Just like magic it is gone,
Who da pigeon who da cat?
Who da blamer who da rat,
Who you call to cool the pack,
Well you call the diplomat,

You don't need to be aristrocratic,
If you up for feeling diplomatic,
If it's natural to keep your cool,
Get the facts first and find the fool,
Always a solution to the problem shown,
Bring along an attitude tuned for the gold,
There'll always be a promise that is put to the test,
Before you pasa-pasa just take a rest stop for a sec,

We're solid, rockin' solid and we deliver,
We tackle every little thing that ever made you quiver,
Step up, better fess up and make it easy,
Or end up in a waterfall, "where"? Zambezi!

When a tantrum pickney throw,
Well the mama's in the know,
She can see it escalate,
Control before too late!