Dad usually plays some boring Hindi songs, which are invariably slow, albeit meaningful. I'm all for meaningful and all that, but there's nothing in it that I can shake to. And I LOVEEEE to dance. Mom says I had started dancing when I was just 6 months old to a song called "Chak De Phattey". I would shake my little hands and feet (and my cute little bum too sometimes ;) whenever I heard this song.
The other day though, Mom played a song that I LOOVVEEED. It had AWESOME beats! And after Mom had finished translating the words for me, they struck me as so relevant.
From whatever I could understand, the song is about this dude called Ganpat who specialises in Baby products, especially Dairy products for babies. So all the Moms clamour around Ganpat and ask him to throw across a pint of Milk for their offspring.
Read on for the full lyrics.. (original lyrics here).
Dude Ganpat, get me some hot milk dude,
Dude Ganpat, get me some hot milk dude,
DON'T mix in soda, though you can put in some water,
DON'T mix in soda, though you can put in some water,
Before serving it up though, can you clean the high chair dude?
Before serving it up though, can you clean the high chair dude?
Dude Ganpat, Ganpat...
Come on come on and everybody,
Come on come on and move your body,
Come on come on and shake your body,
Shake your arms, shake your legs, shake your heads...
Don't worry Baby I'm here, watching over your milk,
I'll take care no one dares to even look at your milk,
Your Dad also gets scared of me, so if he eyes your milk,
Just remind him of me, and he won't dare look at it again,
But I'll give Dad some coke instead, so he won't drink up your milk,
But I'll give Dad some coke instead, so he won't drink up your milk,
Dude Ganpat, ganpat, Dude ganpat, get me some hot milk Dude...
In the Mumbaii, all over Indiahaa,
we are the babyiiis, we are the babyiiis,
In the Mumbaii, all over Indiahaa,
we are the babyiiis, we are the babyiiis...
Whether it be the Congress party or the BJP,
The party symbol for each one of em, is the bottle of milk.
Nobody dares speak ill about the bottle of milk,
else Mom would tie his legs to the fan, and keep him hanging there.
Also Mom'll give you a biscuit to go along with the milk!
Also Mom'll give you a biscuit to go along with the milk!
Dude Ganpat, Ganpat, go get some milk.. also some biscuit.
come on come on and everybody,
come on come on and move your body,
come on come on and shake your body,
Shake your arms, shake your legs, shake your heads...
But Mom, tell me something, who is this dude Ganpat??
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