They say I was born; I simply can't believe them
however admit, as I must, this world is strange
even a snowball, not me, has a chance in hell
yes, I'm alive but I'm not sure whom to condemn
such a misfortune, as I was born in Bombay
as they once told me; I forget when, pre-arrange
yesterday, the facts relevant for us to sell
I know this story, know it too well, it makes sense
when I say to you, the Portuguese came, you play
along, as you know of Goa, so long ago
sovereign of the seas, I am chicken vindaloo
born a Catholic, not Hindu, a cup of joe
or as a Muslim, though I have a beard I grew
recently again, since high school, in my defense
neither pounds nor pence, but dollars and cents, mayhem
No comments:
Post a Comment