Dhaba Quettakhel

On the smelly super high way, coconut oil in my hair
Filthy smell of kachra rising up through the air
Up ahead in the distance I saw a trucks lights
My head grew heavy and my sight grew dim
I had to stop for the night

There he crouched near the doorway

defecation there!

And I was thinking to myself this could be heaven or this could be hell

Then he pulled up a lantern and showed me the waay
There was an argument down the corridor
I thought I heard them say

Welcome to the Dhaba Quettakhel
Such a stinky place
Such an ugly face
Plenty of room at the dhaaabaaa quettakhel
Anytime of the year, you can find garda here

His mind is hinotwiiisted he got the 18 wheeler bends
He’s got a lot of pretty pretty chotas that he call friends
How they dance in the courtyard in the stifling summer heat
Some dance to remember some dance to forget

So I called up the Khowcha
Please bring me my bong
He said we haven’t had charas here since nineteen ninety nine
And still those radios are calling from faaar away
Wake you up in the middle of the night
Just to hear them say

Welcome to the dhaba quettakhel
Such a stinky place
O what an ugly face
They living it up at the dhaba quetta khel
What a nice surprise what a nice surprise, bring your own chatai

Jalas on the ceiling
Gulabi tea on ice
He said we are all smugglers here of our own device
And in the Sheikhis chambers
They gathered for the feast
They flog it with their colored naras
But they just can’t kill the beast

Last thing I remember, I was
Running for the door
I had to find the passage back
To the place I was before
‘Relax,’ said the khowcha
‘We are programmed to receive
You can check-out any time you like,
But you can never leave!’


If you do not understand urdu i guess it will be hard to get the humor of this song, but its a spoof of hotel california desi style. Rumor has it that Wasim Sajad is putting this to music, hah Dpan might be a song writer yet. Albiet an insane one!

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