Gone are the days when the boy told the girl he loved her, and she took his word for it. But no more. Our dearest Bollywood lyricists have obviously run out of ideas after all these years of writing amazing lyrics. So it is a given that they found recourse in some… ahem… other stuff. Whatever they were on, it does not excuse the wrath they unleashed upon the audience in the form of these lyrics:
If you compare love to a hookah bar, then you need therapy.
How about NO?
EFGH ka kya?
Are we still talking about pigeons?
And what the frog is up with this dance move?
A conversation between two women. Kinda disturbing, isn’t it?
Oh, so you had no trouble sleeping next to the behnoi?
That’s what your heart does! If there is no “Dhak Dhak”, means you dead B#$%@!!
Fevi-kwik is more effective, you know…
Behenji, Cornflakes milega?
Clearly, the munchies are strong with this one.
Is this like, a BDSM thing?
Notice how, Govinda is always tearing the other guy’s kurtas instead of his own? They don’t call him ChiChi for nothing!
We sure live in a weird world. Hey how about Honey Singh guy? I hear he writes good stuff. Ah well, I tried. There is no hope for Bollywood, is there?