Bhajji the brother, terminator; Turn ninety degree Kill the opposition. Dhoni the Lion; Looks like so- Roar the opposition to death, and now the song which Bhajji,Dhoni, Yuvi The youth brigade sing The anthem of the Team; All eleven players singing- Chappel clapping on the bit and appreciating from a distance; Ha Ha.
The Comeback King
The King comes back, the comeback King; They said the sun has lost its light, Cricket is a song, sing all sing; Tyger Tyger burning bright In the forests of the night. Boundaries? Nations?? Who cares? Visions of tomorrow cross expectations. Barriers of parochial pieces Of branding the genius, In small petty misimagination!
Slap Dada slap! Scrub and rub your bat on Their nose till they bleed.
Dada comeback Come back Dada the King. Shine Dada shine Dada shine you bright On the mountain top, the sea In the meadows, on the field.
Shame Dada shame Shame on those buffoons Who your fame cannot digest.
Make them a bundle, Put in a sack Hit it hard, hit them tight; Send them forever out of sight.
