In West Chandigaar I was Born & Raised,
In The Pendh House Is Where I Spent Most Of My Days.
Chilling & Relaxing & Eating Some Roti,
Chirpsin The Kuri's While Drinking Some Lassi.
When A Couple Of Fools Who Were Up To no Good,
Started "Dusham! Dusham" In My Neighbourhood.
They Made A Right Old Mess & My Pop's Got Scared
"You're Moving To Your Masi's In Phagwara Instead!"
I Whistled For A Rikshaw, It Came The Next Day,
Told Him Where To Go & I Weren't Gonna Pay.
I Knew I Smelt Something - It Was The Oil In His Hair,
If Anything But I Thought "Bale! Bale! Bale!"
I Pulled Up To A House About One Or Two,
Got Out The Rikshaw & Stepped On Some Poo.
Looked At My Kingdom ! I Was Finally There,
To Sit On My Bed & Breathe The Crap Air!!