2012 has passed, a new year’s here
Dear Lord, is it something to fear?
Cars and bikes, they’re just not selling
Depressed sentiment, it’s really telling.
Fuel prices have shot up like a rocket
It’s not easy on anyone’s pocket,
Interest rates, they have taken a hike
Bad situation, what’s there to like?
Deadly roads, many are dying
Look at the statistics, I’m not lying.
Road rage, well, that’s the rage
Look, I’d rather die of old age.
All the honking is so unbearable,
No noise in India is so terrible.
Grid-lock and jams, horrible traffic
Hold on, I think I’m gonna be sick.
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It’s a new year already, twenty-thirteen
Dear Lord, where have you been?
Bring some joy, bring some cheer,
And some nice cars and bikes, be a dear.
Drill some sense into the Middle East
Reduce petrol prices, at the very least.
Fiddle around with the RBI and the banks
Bring down interest rates; many, many thanks.
Get people to drive safely on our roads
Let them not think ‘whose-father-what-goes’*
Make Hathleva Himgold Cooling Hair Oil free
It makes hot heads cool, you see.
Pass an electric shock every time people horn
Make them wish they’d never been born!
Let more metros, BRTS, monorails magically appear
Get commuters off roads, make them disappear.
And get me a Ferrari, Porsche or a Lambo
Admit it, that’s the least you can do.
*To be translated in Hindi
