I've been away in another land For over nine years Had to return to Jamaica now To set my way clear I had to go to the emba**y To be interviewed by men of authority Who didn't want to see I go Through So they did all that they could do Just to slow I down Harsh authority was impound So then I realise I was bound in a jam down For so long, for so long, For so long, so long, long, long, long You Mr. Consular man, how come you de pon mi Case so long I know deep in your heart You don't want to see me Go through So you started to do, that which you do best Being a pest to I, Being a pest to I You start by asking a whole lot of questions And even when you get the right anwser You don't seem to be satisfy So you ask the same question again Thinking maybe I got no brain to know You want to kris cross my mind To use your immigration fine I didn't say nothing wrong I didn't do nothing wrong You made your own clue Because you didn't want I to go Mr. Consular Man How come you hold on to I man. A lot of man try to sojourn the land And when they reach up to your hand All you do is spoil their plan I'm wondering if you are human Mr. Consular Man, Where is your humanitarian? Next thing you start with your computer And so you start to type I a letter Everything was in your favour You also had a faulty behaviour Mr. Consular Man, How come you hold on pon I man?