Tendulkar

Verse 1:

He talks like a prince, bats like a king,
Sachin's sweet willow does all the talking.
He stole our hearts as the curly fifteen,

has ruled for years as the best to be seen.

Verse 2:

He's a greedy son, wanting more tons,
sweats for you to shine like the Indian son.
Hayden named him a cricketing God,

I pity the poor ball that Sachin hits so hard,

Chorus:

Sachin knows no fear, to him fear is a lie,
a tornado like Brett Lee will swear till he dies.
The world tries to get great Sachin wrong,

has failed to beat the little master on a song.

Verse 3:

Girls rave for the genius, the man in blue,
cheer their Sachin for tons that wait in queue.
They love a gentle giant, who is their soul,

he will love to bat till he's a hundred years old.

Verse 4:

Our mothers can't think of another name,
millions of boys love to have Sachin's fame.
Work to beat the master blaster if you can,

he's one ticking for the hearts of a zillion fans.

Bridge:

Winning champs names will last forever,
there will be one more Nadal, another Federer.
We'll see another Ronaldo, a Gavaskar,

but we'll never see one more Sachin Tendulkar.

Extro:

He will march on, to make cricket proud,
I love the way he plays to please the crowds.
He will be around for runs and more tons,

to the him age is but a number under the sun.