What the

If you’re bored like I’m bored
Got nothing happening but for the cricket
Why don’t you come on over
Come on over to me

Bring me your childhood memories
From those Kanpur tanneries
Bring me your adolescent meanderings
Through those tea gardens of Darjeeling
Bring me your sepia toned games
From places that had, had different names

How you played through the stench
How you pulled out the ball from a Tiger in Pench
How you ran into the Indian Ocean
for a catch, throwing caution
to the wind
How you bowled through a hurricane
How you batted with one helluva migraine

You got it
I want it

‘Cause you’re bored like I’m bored
Got nothing happening but for the cricket
‘Cause we’re bored, so fucking bored
Bored Cricket Crazy Indians

So
Take me to your sepia toned games
From places that had, had different names
Take me to
Bezwada, Benaras and Bombay
Take me to
Calicut, Cochin and Calcutta
Take me to
Trivandrum, Trichur and Madras

Take me to
Your childhood memories
From those Kanpur tanneries
How you played through the stench
How you pulled out the ball from a Tiger in Pench
You got it
I want it

Cause we’re bored, so fucking bored
Bored Cricket Crazy Indians

(to be performed by Sir Mick Jagger, ideally.)