Momma where we going bag packed on a joy ride
Seems a long away from home to me
Could I hold your hand would you guide me through the lines
Take me to your city that never sleeps
When they land in the morn and they open the door feel it
When they land in the morn and they open the door feel it
Seems a long away from home to me
Could I hold your hand would you guide me through the lines
Take me to your city that never sleeps
When they land in the morn and they open the door feel it
When they land in the morn and they open the door feel it
Could it be bombay calling
Did you know they had everything
Could it be bombay calling
When the snow in the north is falling
Could it be bombay calling
Did you they had everything
Could be bombay calling
Oh oh oh oh oh
Land in the city where the frost stays and bites
Pap we'll be there, some where in the trees
Home from home but this is all I know right
Streets so quit are they all asleep
When they land in morn and they open the door feel it
Could it be bombay calling
Did you know they have everything
Could it be bombay calling
When the snow in the north is falling
Could it be bombay calling
Close your eyes and feel it all
Let it catch you when you fall
Take me so far to rickshaws, and tatas
And spices that caress
My spirit with goodness
Take me hold me sunshine filled place
Warm on my face
Is it bombay calling
Could it be bombay calling
Did you know they have everything
Could it be bombay calling
When the snow in the north is falling
Could it be bombay calling
Close your eyes and feel it all
Let it catch you when you fall
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