B o m b a y   S k y l i n e

( D  e  d  i  c  a  t  e  d     t o    t  h  e   " F  a  t    M  a  n     i  n     t  h  e    B  a  t  h  t  u  b " )


( A l e s s a n d r o   R a g a z z o n  -  B r u n o   D e  F a v e r i )


I see the dim lights of Bombay
From a hole in my jet plane
I’ve been down to golden Goa state
I’ve done a real long long way

Lyin’ down on sandy beaches
Where the old coconut grows
Spending nights at full moon parties
Smokin’ ganja, havin’ fun

Well I’ve been gone for so long
Well I’ve been gone for so long
Well I’ve been gone for so long
Havin’ real good fun

Got no cars and got no TV
All those assholes of the screen
But a big old fat papaya
The wildest girls I’ve ever seen

Under the trees lost in the water
And the colors of the sea
A brand new sunset every evening
We got curries, anything
(repeat chorus)
Now I can see the streets of Bombay
With their crowd of joy & pain
I’m coming back from golden Goa state
I’ve done a real long long way

Lyin’ down on sandy beaches
Where the old coconut grows
Spendin’ nights at full moon parties
Smokin’ ganja, havin’ fun