I call up a friend (to pay for the coffee,)
Cause I’m so broke, I cant even afford a toffee,
Movies on Sunday mornings at 50 bucks a piece,
No petrol in my bike so it’s someone else’s that I lease,
Evenings spent chatting on the katta,
Kabhi with chai, toh kabhi with sutta,
Empty wallets that mean long walks,
All those mistakes that make those long talks,
Where to meet a friend, you just step outta home and into the sun,
Cause in this town everyone knows everyone,
Where we all love aimless long drives on our bikes,
Guys and gals alike,
Where we love our small piece of road in the potholes,
And we all believe there is hope even though the bureaucrats are all a*******s,
Those hot sunny summers and those mad monsoon rains,
Going off to Lonavala in those creaky old trains,
Oh in being a small town boy,
Lie many an unparalleled joy,
In the future, far away from here I might be gone,
But this is my home, this is where I will always belong…
Cause I’m so broke, I cant even afford a toffee,
Movies on Sunday mornings at 50 bucks a piece,
No petrol in my bike so it’s someone else’s that I lease,
Evenings spent chatting on the katta,
Kabhi with chai, toh kabhi with sutta,
Empty wallets that mean long walks,
All those mistakes that make those long talks,
Where to meet a friend, you just step outta home and into the sun,
Cause in this town everyone knows everyone,
Where we all love aimless long drives on our bikes,
Guys and gals alike,
Where we love our small piece of road in the potholes,
And we all believe there is hope even though the bureaucrats are all a*******s,
Those hot sunny summers and those mad monsoon rains,
Going off to Lonavala in those creaky old trains,
Oh in being a small town boy,
Lie many an unparalleled joy,
In the future, far away from here I might be gone,
But this is my home, this is where I will always belong…
