Your words remain
Well-spent at
Twenty rupees a letter
Shining on the board
In an unknown font
By an unknown artist
Don't blame the painter
He doesn't know enough
To know what is lost
In the games letters play
Don’t fret, we’ll understand
We are used to the quirks
As your shop proudly proclaims
‘India is Grate’
Well-spent at
Twenty rupees a letter
Shining on the board
In an unknown font
By an unknown artist
Don't blame the painter
He doesn't know enough
To know what is lost
In the games letters play
Don’t fret, we’ll understand
We are used to the quirks
As your shop proudly proclaims
‘India is Grate’