Gandhi

Gandhi, Gandhi,

where are you going to run to

with your mucker, Nehru?

Churchill won’t come near,

he thinks you’re a buccaneer,

but he can’t resist your smile.

How he really longs

for you, Gandhi. Gandhi,

chatting up the Muslims.

Jinnah finds it puzzling,

he’s acting like a gandu

and there’s not much

you can do,

he wants his Pakistan

but secretly he longs

for you, Gandhi. Gandhi,

what are you going to boycott

in your little loincloth?

With your band of deviants

and your civil disobedience,

these are the ingredients

of a very happy Gandhi. Gandhi,

must you go on hunger strike?

Gandhi, it’s really

a humungous hike

to the beach, your flip-flops

getting dreadfully sandy.

When Nehru has a daughter who will rule with iron yoke

folk will get confused, but Indira only married a bloke

called Gandhi, Gandhi,

and he was no relation

apart from the same nation,

but remember those hartals

with old Jawaharlal,

those truly were the days,

and Gandhi, you’re all right,

and you were right

that Western civilisation

would be a good idea.