Khoka Babu

Khoka Babu Going In style and fashion, Perfume and all goodness, A lean and thin fellow, But fashionable and stylist. Khoka Babu Going, Smoking a cigar Burning in And held into the hands And he taking puffs, Smoking in style. But weak-bodied, Lean and thin, Going by the fashion And apparel design, Following the latest Spraying the scent over Going as a tender fellow. Khoba Babu, Khoka Babu, Time has flown away, But he is the same, The same khoka Called with sympathy and affection, The same little boy Remaining unchanged. Khoka Babu, Khoka Babu, Behaving like a small boy, Walking like, So tender and so fearing, But always with an eye On powder, scent and others To keep up-to-date, Away from manual labour and exercise. A boy merry-making and joyous And loafing about, In good dress and all goodness, Powdered, creamed and scented, So showy and fashionable, But never working, The apple of eye Of the whole family, Khoka Babu. So theatrical, so histrionic And dramatic And girlish, Speaking slowly and sweetly, But chuckling and grinning, Speaking ironically, Taking to the cutting edge of, Khoka Babu, KhokaBabu, Will eat, drink and make merry, But will not work. So sensitive and sentimental, So tender and so soft, But always complaining and criticizing, Nagging and bragging, Full of complaints, But a picnicker, a holidaymaker, A changer and a tourist, Feasting and partying, Khoka Babu.