In West Mumbai born and raised,

At the cricket ground is where I spent most of my days.

Chillin’ out, straightin’, tryin’ to look cool,

Pretendin’ I liked girls back in high school.

When a couple of dudes (who were lookin’ real good)

Started joggin’ past the pitch in my neighborhood,

I caught one long stare and my heart went thud,

I thought, “Man, I’m in love with this Bollywood stud.”

(Verse 2)

Forty years later, my mom got scared,

She said, “Beta, why no marriage? Are you even prepared?”

I said, “Ma, I’m movin’ to Bandra, it’s time to be me,

Gonna live with my boyfriend, his name’s Ajay Singh-ji.”

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I whistled for a rickshaw and when it came near,

The driver had rainbow flags and a big ol’ cheer.

If anything I could say this cab was rare,

But I thought, “Nah, forget it — to my gay love lair!”

I pulled up to the flat about 7 or 8,

And I yelled to Ajay, “Yo bro, I’m not late!”

Looked at my new life, I was finally okay,

To sit on my throne… as the gay prince of Mumbai. 🎵

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