Antsy rides,

By the bumpy roads,

A tipsy driver,

They call him-life,

A rusty truck,

With dusty brakes,

Humming a tuneless tune,

Of an ugly song,

His delinquent feet, never wrong,

That senile trunk, stunk of lime,

Here it is, at my crappy time,

They call him- life,

I call him- bitch,

His flirtatious wink, his urge to ditch,

Those lemons, loads & loads,

A collapse, by the bumpy roads,

Sight blurred, temples ached,

A lil mockery for my lemonade.

Antsy rides,

By the bumpy roads,

A tipsy driver,

They call him- life,

A sickly heartbreak,

And a u-turn,

Well,

I sang along his ugly song,

I faced that truck headstrong,

As I realised,

All I ever needed was,

A quest for a recipe,

And Only and only,

One tongue to please.