The election is over, CY’s our new head
A prospect that fills some Hongkongers with dread
But whatever the outcome, we’ve been glad to witness
An election as hilarious and dramatic as this.

And the reason for the endless comedy gold
For this crazy campaign that never seemed to get old?
Why, t’was our erstwhile CE apparent
And his formidable lack of political talent.

The son of a Shanghainese textiles tycoon
He’s close buddies with the city’s Lis, Kwoks and Poons
But as he learned, all the red wine in Bordeaux
Ain’t going to make you popular with regular folk.

The press dug up stories of illicit affairs
And an illegally-built underground luxury lair
Flustered, poor Tang was caught on the hop
And blamed it on his long-suffering wife, Lisa Kuok.

We hope for Tang’s sake she’s more forgiving than us
After being unceremoniously thrown under the bus
Appearing at press conferences dabbing her eyes
All for nothing, now that the job has passed Henry by.

So poor old Henry is shit outta luck
The job was guaranteed—if he didn’t screw up
But screw up he did, in true epic style
And his next shot at the top job won’t come for a while.

Are we better off now that CY’s in charge?
This unknown, quite possible communist-at-large?
At least with Henry, we know he’s a dope
‘Cause with bumbling fools, we know how to cope.