The Fresh Prince Of Lahore
In West Rawalpindi I was Born and Raised
In The Pindh House Is Where I Spent Most Of My Days.
Chilling and Relaxing and Eating Some Missi Roti,
Checkin out The Kuris While Drinking Some Lussi.
When A Couple Of Gundas Who Were Up To no Good,
Started “Dusham! Dusham” In My Neighbourhood.
They Made A Right Old Mess and My Pop’s Got Scared
“You’re Moving To Your Masi’s In Lahore Instead!”
I Whistled For A Rikshaw, It Came The Next Day
Told Him Where To Go and I Weren’t Gonna Pay. I Knew I
Smelt Something - It Was The Oil In His Hair,
I Pulled Up To A House About One Or Two
Got Out The Rikshaw and Stepped On to Some Poo.
Looked At My Kingdom I Was Finally There,
To Sit On My Manja and Breathe The Sweet Desi Air!
