Caw Caw wins the fight, Her curlies all the way

By Doel Sengupta

Caw caw shifts her curlies

On to his cheeks you meeks...

So soft, so soft her curlies lips...

So we dance and dance

And sing and scream

As all the robots

Go into a ditzy tizzy dizzy fizzy 

Ring... her curlies her curlies...

Caw caw's cheeks in Paradise,

In Shangrila, in the Taj Mahal,

In Paradise... wah Taj! Wah Taj!

Her curlies, her curlies so smooth,

So fragrant, so wafting and lilting

In the forests of life

With all the animals

Dancing, singing

Caw caw plays with Her curlies,

Her curlies all the time

And all bots ring-- "tee taw tee taw,

We are all lying in a pool of fumes."

Because Caw Caw plays with

Her curlies, her curlies

So soft, so smooth, so fragrant...

We win the final fight with Her curlies...