Livin Da Virar Local

Livin Da Virar Local
(to be sung to the tune of Ricky Martin's Livin' La Vida Loca)

He's in a Virar Local,
Destination Goregaon.
Right hand's holding Mid-Day,
With left he's hanging on...

Pushed in at Dadar station,
Got a few blows on his mouth.
Crushed beyond recognition,
Wallet's been taken out...

They'll stand on your lil pinkies,
When you get into the train.
They squeeze your breath from both of your lungs,
Until they make you scream in pain.

And all your settings gone in vain, C' MON

CHORUS:
Upside, inside out
Livin' the Virar local.
They'll push and pull you out,
Livin' the Virar local.
And who's gonna tell them no?
You try and they'll make your kheema
Livin' the Virar local.
Hey...
Liv'in' the Virar local.

Wake up... in Borivli,
Oh shit, missed Goregaon.
And now, he's feeling silly,
Because, he's in Naigoan...

They took all his clothes off
And had him dancing in the train,
They made him sing a bhajan
until they drove the man insane.

Livin' the Virar local.
Hey...
Livin' the Virar local.
Hey...
Livin' the Virar local.