Here’s a little song about The Green Gecko Man
He is the show stopper, sips on Johnny Walker,
Statement stalker.
He walks with a vibe that’s chill, with a whip in his hand
Anyone who cant match his green slips in quick sand
His wicked ways will leave you depraved
But if you dont have him, you’ll be hungry for days
Sing with me fella’, sing it for the Green Gecko Man
He is so fly, he is so crisp, i wish i could be just like him
He knows 17 languages, English is just a colonial gift
if you cant speak his tongue, you better drift
The powerful want him, the powerless need him.
He cares for nobody, no religion, no authority, nor this hymn
He dont like the ladies, he dont like the suits,
But don’t worry, he’ll let you blow him after the loot
Dont get me wrong guy, The Green Gecko Man aint no sly
He is yours but he is also theirs, now who’s to decide?
Slave it all, 9 to 5, or private-jet style
You cant impress him. So stand in line.
So you save, save save, your breath and your coins.
But the bills stack up, and “it’s not well done”, said the tenderloin
You are at his service, but you’ll never know.
Just remember, the ‘service charges’ are on you.
Sing with me fella’, sing it for the Green Gecko Man
He is so fly, he is so crisp, i wish i could be just like him
Now you think you have arrived in the shark tank.
Book a table for two in the bank
Do you see him son? Did he come?
The Green Gecko man was a changed man.
He shed his skin, changed his color. Like the changing fashion.
Like the corroding nation.
Like the polluted ocean.
Like you in damnation.
The Green Gecko man can change colors and values.
So you better stick to yours, else you’ll pay your dues.
Aadhars are linked
Keep your wallet close, credit cards closer.
The green gecko man wakes up to the sound ‘ka-ching’
You’ll never be your green gecko man’s worth.
I am wearing:
Culottes: Chemistry
Footwear: Ajio
Flower Shirt: ShopNineteen
Photographer: Naveen Tanwar
The Burbak Gypsy 