Riding in A Rickshaw

For those of you interested in why I'm going back to India...here is a song my group wrote during my last adventures there about the thrill of rickshaw riding (sung to the tune of Glory, Glory, Hallelujah):

We began our Pune challenge at the University
We looked at sparkly chandeliers in grand high ceiling rooms
We saw the dusty portraits and gargoyles at the front
We thought we might have - but we didn't want to use the loos

Chorus:
That's the way we like to travel
Nearly getting killed in a rickshaw
Something quite appealing about nearly falling out
But we kept on getting in

Next we went down underground into some sticky caves
Where we search and searched for carvings but we didn't know their names
They wanted us to name the tree but nobody could help
So we jumped into a rickshaw to the market once again

Chorus

Off we went to Lasami Rd. and in the market square
We were offered dolls and pots and pans and clothes and printing blocks
But we had to find the names of all the temples and the Gods
So we searched through all the buildings till we found the ones we sought

Chorus

Now we've solved the puzzle so we're off to find our lunch
But we got a crazy dr-i-ver who tried to kill us off
He got into an argument and then into a fight
With a meathook weilding maniac and all his crazy friends

(all together now!!)
That's the way we like to travel
Nearly getting killed in a rickshaw
Something quite appealing about nearly falling out
But we'll keep on getting in =)


hehe, i'm so going to have this stuck in my head the rest of the day.....