I had my first real six rupees,
stole it from my father's pants.
Went to a madras hotel,
to eat the sambar of 69.
Me and some kadke dost,
had it all and we caught bukhaar,
Jimmy puked, Joey got ulcers,
aur Rob ne maari dakar.

Oh when I went back there now,
the food was as stale as ever,
and though it was 1999,
still the sambar was being served over there,

that was the worst food of my life.

There’s no use in complaining,
when you got no other place to eat,
rushed in the evening to the doctors clinic,
but he too was at the toilet seat.

standing there waiting outside,
nurse told me I will wait forever,
oh and when I held my breath,
I knew that I had to use that loo there
That was the worst food of my life.

Back to the sambar of 69.

Man I was getting killed,
I was full and restless,
I needed to unwind,
I guess nothing can wait forever - FOREVER... NO!!!!

And now the dhabas are changing,
new dishes have come and gone,
sometimes when I pass that old madrasi lane,
I still smell it, I can't be wrong.

Standing in those unwashed clothes,
the waiters still call me in there,
oh the way my nostrils burn,
I know that it will be served forever,
what was the worst food of my life.

Yeah it was the sambar of 69,
the sambar, the sambar, the sambar of 69?????