As I walk through the valley where I harvest my curry
I take a look at my wife and realize she is very blurry
But that’s just life for a slumdog like me
Because I can’t afford things like prescription spectacles
And I’ve been driftin’ and griftin’ so long that
Even Ganesha thinks that mind is gone
But I ain’t never conned a man that don’t deserve it
Punk American tourists, you know its unheard of
Been spendin’ most our lives livin’ in a slumdog paradise
No shelter most our live, livin’ in a slumdog paradise
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