Now they call this city "City of Dreams"
But its wanting in all the beautiful things
I came here searching for ruins
And the pretty young Indians
But riding the slow locals was my scene
And the filth down at the fort in Mahim
And all the ads for fairness cream
Or was it just a Bombay dream
Now my friend Saurabh's got a wife
He says: "The wife is the good life"
But I say there's too much hunger 'n' strife
I returned by train from Amravti
In between the toilets was a man with leprosy
I walked by - he curled up desperately.