On a dark crowded highway
brylcreem in my hair
warm smell of Idly Dosas
rising up through the air,
up ahead in the distance
I saw a shimmering light
my eyes grew dim and my head grew light
I had to stop for the night ,
there they stood in the doorway
they were desis you could tell
I got out fearfully saying this will surely be hell
all around us were buildings
247, ACS and Dell
I slowly unloaded my things
In the shadows of Intel
and still those parking lots were full of Qualis
waiting up in the middle of the night
to be driven home by programers
welcome to the town of Bangalore
such a desi place, such a crazy place
we're livin' it up in the town of Bangalore
such a nice surprise, so many people with no lives
my heartstrings were twisted
I wanted to feel at home
where thousands of desis existed
and no white man dared roam
sambar stains on the ceilings
mango lassis on ice
sit and watch the paint peeling
or make daal and boil rice
but my mind revolted at the very thought
I grabbed my bag and bolted
I'd escape no matter what
and still those voices are calling
from far away wake you up in the middle of the night
I can hear them say
welcome to the town of Bangalore
such a desi place, such a crazy place
we're livin' it up in the town of Bangalore
such a nice surprise, so many people with no lives
I wake up in a cold sweat
thank god it was a dream,
there is no need to fret.
I still live in the Bangalore Oh, I still live in Bangalore....
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