Bimbo
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