I've tasted stews in Blighty
And in India where it's hot,
But the stew they make in Changi
Is the daddy of the lot:
Changi stew - what a brew !
T'would shake you if you only knew
What's in that Changi Stew.
There's weeds they've taken from the garden
And there's little bits of grass.
Banana skin, potato peel,
Most anything will pass
Oh that stew - what a brew!
They're not too sure it's good For you.
But it's all in that Changi Slew.
Papayas, yams and tapioca
Everything is put in the pot,
There's things you've never seen before
And rather wished you'd not
What a brew - what a hue!
The taste and smell is awful too
We hate this Changi Stew.
The chap who ladles out the stew
He really has the knack.
When finding the odd small piece of meat
To quickly put it back
Into the stew - and it's true
There's not a bit of meal to chew
In that Changi Stew.
They say there'll be improvements
Now the messing funds are due,
And we'll all have lots of M & V
In our Changi Stew.
I know what I’ll do, if it's true
I’ll be the first one in the queue
To get my Changi Stew.