Laloo & Rabri
went up the pabari
To fetch a bail of court-er
Laloo fell down
And lost his crown
And Rabri reigned ever after.

Wha Wha Black Sheep
Have you pulled the wool?
Yes sir, Yes sir,
Three bags full.
One for my fodder,
One for my dame,
And one for the CBI crying in the lanne.


Are you sleeping, Are you sleeping,
Gujral bhai? Gujral bhai?
Warning bells are ringing,
Warning bells are ringing,
Going going gone.

Hot cross gun,
Hot cross gun,
One a kine, two a kine,
Hot cross gun.
If you have no gangster,
Give it to your son,
One a kine, two a kine,
Hot cross gun.

Little Miss Bharti,
Did a Maha-arti,
So the BJP would always hold sway.
The came a big BSP With Mayavati its USP.
And fightened Miss Bharti away.


Little Lal Advani
Sat with his vabini
Taking his party's rai
He stuck out his thumb,
Hoping to pull out the plum,
And said, `Can I have a slice of Vaj-pie?'


Batsman-bowler sat on the ball.
Batsman-bowler had a great fall,
All the bookies' cookies,
All the bribers' men,
Couldn't put Indian cricket
together again.

Bankers and ministers,
Sold for a penny
All the swindlers are so many
The envy's green
And the CBI red's
Nail them all, and get their head,
head, head.

Hey public diddle,
Each state has a fiddle,
The corruption's gone over the moon.
The people weep to see what's done
And the politician runs away with the goon.