Verse 1: In the heart of the city, where the streets come alive, There’s a man with a cart, under the moonlight’s dive. With betel leaves in hand, and a twinkle in his eye, He’s the Paan Wala Babu, hear the city’s sigh.
Chorus: Ye Paan Wala Babu, with stories to tell, Of dreams and desires, in every leaf that fell. With a splash of sweet syrup, and a sprinkle of lime, He serves up memories, one paan at a time.
Verse 2: To the lovers on the corner, seeking a secret kiss, He offers a paan, wrapped in a moment’s bliss. To the old man reminiscing, about days long gone, A paan brings back memories, of a time once known.
Bridge: His cart is a canvas, of colors so bright, With reds, greens, and yellows, it’s a beautiful sight. The aroma is enchanting, a mix of sweet and spice, In the hands of Babu, every paan is a slice of paradise.
Chorus: Ye Paan Wala Babu, a legend in the street, With every leaf he folds, our hearts skip a beat. With a smile and a nod, under the city’s skyline, He serves up magic, one paan at a time.
Chorus: Ye Paan Wala Babu, with tales of the past, Of love and longing, and moments that last. With a touch of rose petal, and a hint of mint’s chime, He serves up history, one paan at a time.
Verse 3: As the night deepens, and the city starts to sleep, Babu packs up his cart, his promises to keep. But as dawn approaches, and a new day is due, You’ll find him there waiting, with a paan just for you.
