Once upon a time there was this lonely guy
His $$# was really big like a giant squishy toy
All his life tormented as his $$# got in the way

Ladies snickering at his behind, he considered turning gay.

He tried, he tried so hard to fit in and

He cried, he cried through all those lonely nights
He sighed, he sighed at the weight of his behind
He fried, he fried those delicious pakodas.


Gajanand, Gajanand, Gajanand Dhige
Gajanand, Gajanand, Gajanand ahe dungan khajzwe


At a job interview he sat down in the chair
Ooops, damn %#@! he's got stuck in there

The peons, the watchman they tried to get him out
The fire brigade came in when he started to shout


They tried, they tried so hard to free him and
He cried, he cried and he wondered why
He fried, he fried, he fried those pakodas and

They sighed, they sighed of relief when he got free.

Gajanand, Gajanand, Gajanand Dhige

Gajanand, Gajanand, Gajanand Ahe dungan khazwe

Itchy Scratchy

Poor Gajanand got a wedgey

Jangle Wangle

Now his chaddi's in a tangle

While he stops and smells the air

Then he sits and starts to stare
It seems like troubles brewing
I don't know what he's doing.


He's got ants his pants
Making him dance

Tooty -fruity shake that booty
He does a little dance
He's got ants his pants


Then he spots her across the road
And he is alone no more.