When I am eating ice cream I remember India

I remember India they got something like ice cream they call it "Kolfi" Some fat like a Buddha guy sitting over there and- Taking with a knife something out of that shit thing and they give you very cheap that ice cream but tastes wonderful

Tastes wonderful Still I remember when I used to go to my apartment there Ehhhnn That apartment had no toilet or washroom Nothing No water even

I used to shit in the newspaper: "Times of India" Now they call Mumbai Times of India and then Wrap the shit and throw it from the fuckin' window What happened? Believe me The Indian: those poor people, naked people They take that my shit and look at that They thought it was curry, curry curry They wanted to eat it

And that's it That was my life