and so sits the lone ranger, teary eyed, in his old office presiding over a workless staff
they say he sometimes sits on his throne in the assembly hall and speaks to the empty seats, thus

oh the people how ungrateful they are
love me from up close despise from afar
now i am left stranded no one wants me
in those days to everything i held the key

the cabinet is gone, 7 ministers making merry
the councillors gone, sometimes the odd secretary
my chimis may go and my darling zhamling too
but i shall not leave my post, no thank you

new national assembly, council, cabinet all need me
for i am none other than the great ugyen dorji