Who cribbed that his life was bore;
He lived in with his cooks,
And swore by his books,
And reminisced his glorious days of yore.
From hyderabad a dude was he,
As American an Indian could be;
He hated dal-rice,
And ate burger with fries,
And hopped off to San Fran with glee.
There was a fine lady from Mang,
Who nodded her head as she sang,
She ate pizza with cheese,
And shopped with great ease,
And hung out with her cousins in Bang.
From Kalyan a mallu was he,
As pervert as pervert could be;
He boozed with his folks,
And cracked gay jokes,
And never went home before three.
