Rain rain come down again,
Sachin doesn't want to lose again
Ponting has become a pain
Gilchrist is at it again
Srinath's outbursts all in vain
Agarkar's forgotten his brain

Prasad can't find his luck
As his bouncers can't make Gilchrist duck
Sachin is biting his nails
Wondering what happens if he fails
Kumble can't find his way
It's just not India's day

Fielders don't want to slide on the green
With hands smeared with butter and margarine
Sunny says my boys are bowling rubbish
"Oh God make him dumb" is my wish
While we are trying to find excuses lame
He speaks as if he knows the game
Kumble says that we can't cite Y2K as an excuse
Now we have nothing to gain but a lot to lose

Azza might be rubbing his hands with glee
As my boys are having nightmares of Lee
Did we do right after winning the toss?
I wish Jaddu were here for helping Sachin the boss
My first stint as the coach of the team
Down Under lies shattered my dream
"Let's play under lights" pleads Steve
Does he want us to play or leave

With Lee and Akthar in the tri-series
There seems no end to our worries
"Oh God do a mini-Orissa at MCG"
Everyone will say " You are lucky Paaji"
We can then say " We will level at the SCG"
"What do you say, Apple Singh ji?"

So,Rain rain come down again,
Sachin doesn't want to lose again