Its called Mumbai,

the city of insomniac,

the city of lights

Where the buses were bombed,

the roads were flooded

and we moved on.

Multi cultural,Multi lingual

Every mumbai-kar owns this special trait

We're different, we're one

Roads always jammed, Dont call it the cleanest either

But this is Mumbai,

U can go out at dusk after ten and at 5 am

Love it, hate it, despise it, ignore it

U cant get away from this trend

Mumbai is an addiction, my friend

U smile at strangers,

Ur best friends are from the trains,

You're never alone in this bustling city-sun or rain

Rules are broken, promises are forgotten

Strikes happen constantly, constantly on the move

This is Mumbai where we're united for the right and the wrong

Mumbai has a voice, its not tame

Here the beggar speaks, the rich man's lame

Dont understand the psyche of us, dont try to change this fuss

This is Mumbai, we will shine always night and day!