Bangalore Blues

Two, Three, Four

It's getting warm here now, just look up at the sky
Clouds of dreams and smoke and street side stir-fry
The old city, she hides beneath a coat of biz wax
Got to pay your number man, got to pay your service tax

You can hear me grouse, and now you have the news
I've got a bad case of the Bangalore blues

There's a secret handshake of the Bangalore soul
That slow sweet humour, that cheeky hyper-bol
Our temples of food, our oases of coffee
Give me that dog-eared book under a cool Cubbon tree

Now you hear me sigh, so you have the news
I've got a bad case of the Bangalore blues

The nights are getting longer, but you can still pay the rent
Go get some brews in your liver, now that's money well spent
The cats around here are at the top of their game
They clog up the works, but they fuel the flame

I'm an old city boy, staying fast and loose
And I've got a bad case of the Bangalore blues
And I've got a bad case of the Bangalore blues