Bimbo

The commentators choose a needle in a haystack, bimbo

The bimbo, with a loose lid on top and a head full of iron, but you are a beauty

To be a mediator, among the players, commentators, spectators, and others

The bimbo, with a loose lid on top and a head full of iron, but you are a beauty

We listen to every word you say

What you do not know

We pay no attention to what you say

We are the naughty beetles

Understand the emotion, do not only read the words

You are a good soul

And that is what matters

You do not wither, even under the intense pressure

And pass the pratham test with sky-high colors

We bow to you in full respect and regard

You are bimbo

You gargle and sputter and mumble and grumble

But you still don’t understand, what you talk about

But we, still, respect you, high and mighty, for your third-degree ignorance

You are bimbo

You make a mess of a cake, thinking it to be pie

You burn your lips but blow your fingers

You are the best when it comes to nonsense

But we still do our best to make some sense out of it

For, you are a beauty, with a good soul

You may not be an apsara, you may not be a dream girl

But you are the best among the best

When it comes to being a good soul

You are proud bimbo

You are one of the kind

A needle in a haystack

You are bimbo

We are the naughty beetles

And don’t give us two, under our ears

That would hurt, and print a world map on our cheeks

You are bimbo

Best of the best, when it comes, to be a good soul

But you are a bimbo

Hail all bimbo – the good souls that they are

The best of the best, when it comes, to be a good soul

The bimbo