Ong is a Laotian refugee
He works in the audio trade
The smoke from flux is filling his lungs
He is earning minimum wage . . .
LYRICS AND CLIP 
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I tell them I'm a pro jock, and who do you think they give me?
The Dalai Lama, himself. Twelfth son of the Lama.
The flowing robes, the grace, bald... striking.
So, I'm on the first tee with him...