| Roads no more bumpy See those streets so clean No spats, no litter See those parks so green Awe! Improved systems of security Whitewashed buildings Everything perfect to our envy Jingle bells, jingle bells Jingle all the way Our dear big daddy Obama Is coming to Bombay Tell me, O Mamma! Why all this is happening? Who’s this Obama? Why all this bowing? |  |
When I go to school Even I feel the pain Traveling on those roads Shattered due to rain Nothing do I find clean No green parks to play When dad goes to office Why do you pray all day? They are doing all this Means it can be done Why is it then every time? For Obama or Clinton | Dad talks about Thackeray You talk about corruption Grand dad about Atre Who is talking about nation? I don’t want to be Obama I just need some care Of rightfully what I deserve I just need a little share Tell me, Mamma Why can’t I have such street? Why can’t I have parks to play? Why always, I’m offered deceit? |
- RedAm
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