Fiddler on the roof

Once upon a time in Babylonia

People fermented grain, fruit and honey

It was offered to many

As a ritual to the goddess Feni

The origin of this is in dispute

But it turned out to be a drink of repute.

Momentous decisions were made at best

But it is sobering to say the least.

Booze has been around forever in some shape and form

But never really know the exact date and time.

 

The Booze barons on ‘the shop’

 

The bar is here, the beer is here

The crooked brain is here, the brawn is here

The wine is here, the whee is here

We are here, you are here,

Why then this feeling of fear.

Drink baba, drink baba, drink.

Gulp baby, gulp baby, gulp.

 

If one door is closed

The other will open

The doors are but only doors

We know how to make in crores

If the ‘mac’ is burnt

The ‘smac’ is there

For anything here as a whole

We will find some loop hole.

We are here, you are here

Then why this feeling of fear

Drink baba, drink baba, drink.

 

We have many states

And there are many tastes

If there is no source

We shall then outsource

We have people who dare

And we take them care

We are here, you are here,

Then why this feeling of fear

Drink baba, drink baba, drink

 

You burn your intestine

We earn and enjoy and dine

You burn your money

We  dance in the sweet honey.

We are here, you are here,

Then why this feeling of fear

Drink baba, drink baba, drink.

 

We change owners, we shift corners

We know how to swim and dive

We have our own hiding hive

We know the game of summersault

We are innocent till we are caught

You are culprit till you are free

So join our gang to make merry.

We change our dress, we change our tress

We know how to create a mess.

You fight for your right

We will hit you left and right

But we always make you ‘tight’

So you will always fight.

We are here, you are here,

Then why this feeling of fear

Drink baba, drink baba, drink.

 

If in bottles and sachets

It will create a racket

We know how to market

And put the verdict in a bracket

And we know to fill our pocket

If you picket

We shall kick it

If you pick it

You can lick it

There is nothing like it

You have to take it.

Open it, fill it and gulp it

Enjoy it day and night.

We are here, you are here,

Then why this feeling of fear

Drink baba, drink baba, drink.

 

By Sundareswaran  Date:  9th Aug 2015

 

Here my fiddler is only a traveler with his violin. He is a mendicant.

 

We talk about prohibition

It is mere an exhibition

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