Pineapple Raita
(To the tune of “Paperback Writer” by the Beatles.)
Pineapple raita, pineapple raita.
The crowd is pushing so I push them back,
Get away from the station and the railway track.
I need a hotel before it gets too dark,
And it’s time to eat, but
All I want is some pineapple raita,
Pineapple raita.
It’s a dirty dhaba in a dirty town,
Full of dirty streets, garbage all around.
I’m sick of roti, I am sick of dal,
I am sick of rice,
Bring me ek plate pineapple raita,
Pineapple raita.
Pineapple raita, pineapple raita.
The flies are buzzing all around the shop,
There are rings of chai on the table-top.
The man comes over and he shakes his head,
I am sorry sir,
We have only mixed vegetable raita,
Vegetable raita.
So I buy some dahi from the dairy stall,
Buy a pineapple, slice it in a bowl.
I get a spoon, stir it all around,
And there you go,
I have made my own pineapple raita,
Pineapple raita.
Pineapple raita, pineapple raita.
Pineapple raita, pineapple raita.
Pineapple raita, pineapple raita,
Pineapple raita….
Pineapple raita, pineapple raita.
The crowd is pushing so I push them back,
Get away from the station and the railway track.
I need a hotel before it gets too dark,
And it’s time to eat, but
All I want is some pineapple raita,
Pineapple raita.
It’s a dirty dhaba in a dirty town,
Full of dirty streets, garbage all around.
I’m sick of roti, I am sick of dal,
I am sick of rice,
Bring me ek plate pineapple raita,
Pineapple raita.
Pineapple raita, pineapple raita.
The flies are buzzing all around the shop,
There are rings of chai on the table-top.
The man comes over and he shakes his head,
I am sorry sir,
We have only mixed vegetable raita,
Vegetable raita.
So I buy some dahi from the dairy stall,
Buy a pineapple, slice it in a bowl.
I get a spoon, stir it all around,
And there you go,
I have made my own pineapple raita,
Pineapple raita.
Pineapple raita, pineapple raita.
Pineapple raita, pineapple raita.
Pineapple raita, pineapple raita,
Pineapple raita….