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