Goa baby! We roll in to dropped jaws
Ukuleles belting out of beaten up Rickshaws
There's no time to gloat, we're straight into the surf
It might well be the last day on this Earth
Fully clothed, Barney slow walks into the sea
We all buy flashing bow ties to begin the festivity
I'm light on the details following but one thing's very clear
In India there is no easing out of first gear