To be sung in the tune of 'Tuzya Nanachi Taang'
Its that time of the year, when the same ol' fear reappears
Its time for us to scream out & bellow
BMC chya Nanachi Taang!
The come down dear, as if in 4th gear
And then play havoc with roads, far and near
BMC chya Nanachi Taang!
Potholes, craters and bumpers leer
as if lusting for your tyre tears
makes you feel like a mortal mere
BMC chya Nanachi Taang!
Car rage, stress and repair bills
Becomes a part of the monsoon drill
Makes you holler even more
BMC chya Nanachi Taang!
We have had enough and more
Cant take this anymore
The roads, dust and the back sore
BMC chya Nanachi Taang!
Can we not all do something
to stop the rot and the done thing
make ourselves heard loud and clear
BMC chya Nanachi Taang!
So, when the time comes for next year
Dont let the same fear reappear
We can sing happily and once more
BMC chya Nanachi Taang!
Its that time of the year, when the same ol' fear reappears
Its time for us to scream out & bellow
BMC chya Nanachi Taang!
The come down dear, as if in 4th gear
And then play havoc with roads, far and near
BMC chya Nanachi Taang!
Potholes, craters and bumpers leer
as if lusting for your tyre tears
makes you feel like a mortal mere
BMC chya Nanachi Taang!
Car rage, stress and repair bills
Becomes a part of the monsoon drill
Makes you holler even more
BMC chya Nanachi Taang!
We have had enough and more
Cant take this anymore
The roads, dust and the back sore
BMC chya Nanachi Taang!
Can we not all do something
to stop the rot and the done thing
make ourselves heard loud and clear
BMC chya Nanachi Taang!
So, when the time comes for next year
Dont let the same fear reappear
We can sing happily and once more
BMC chya Nanachi Taang!
