Lights! Camera! Action!
Scale the highest mountain
Kill a dozen people
Sing near naked under a fountain
Rant in a temple
Run around trees
Life is a breeze
Find a girl
Fall in love
Promise her the world
Watch the dream dissolve
Tie up the lose ends
Drive the audience around the bend
Three dead in violence
No power for a few days
A life full of incident
No wonder everyone in India prays
Or runs to films
No matter where what plays
Something for everyone
Even for the elitists
The down-market and common
Just so long as it makes the hit-lists
If not, there’ll always be another one
Copying films is so much fun
Forget your worries
Share our celluloid curry
Rip-off somebody’s story
A formula that’s nice and easy
For an escape from reality
And life in a crazy country
We’re the dream pashas
A kind of pusher
We create instant tamashas
And a world where nothing is kosher
Cut! Stop shot! Pack-up!
