The Ishtory oph a Gola

There once was a Mushy with an ash very tight
He could simply bend over and win every fight

Came visiting to Lahore, was an old Bania kafir
Extended his hand, but the General didn't stir

In the shadows of snow, He climbed up Kargil
When his ash got whupped, He skied Downhill

Amritraj barked orders in an Amreekan accent
Dictator got greased up four hundred percent

He suspended a Judge and became the President
Installed a Short-cut PM, banker non-resident

Came election season and the Bibi got blown
CJ came calling with some balls he had grown

Kiyani sent him packing to his home in exile
He now sits in London, a-stewing in his bile