whatmarkism volume.16

Everybody should be somebody's Santa Claus.

Hey Maark

Written by my copywriter-friend. Set to the tune of "Maa" from taare zameen par.


Main Kabhi Batlata Nahin
Par Body Copy Se Darta Hoon Main Maark
Yun To Main, Dikhlata Nahin
Kabhi Aise Waise Copy Likhta Hoon Main Maark
Tujhe Sab Hain Pata, Hain Na Maark
Tujhe Sab Hain Pata Mere Maark

Ideas Mein Yun Na Chod Mujhe
Office Mein Bhi So Naa Paoon Maark
Briefs Na Itna De Mujkko Tu
Yaad Bhi Tujhko Aa Naa Paoon Maark
Kya Itna Bura Hoon Main Maark
Kya Itna Bura Mere Maark

Jab Bhi Kabhi Servicing Log Mujhe
Jo Zor Se Kaam Dete Hain Maark
Meri Nazar Dhoondhe Tujhe
Sochu Yahi Tu Aa Ke Thaamega Maark

Kisi Aur Se Tum Yeh Kehte Nahin
Par Mujhe Hi Daante Ho Maark
Chehre Pe Aana Deta Nahin
Dil Hi Dil Mein Ghabraata Hoon Maark
Tujhe Sab Hai Pata Hai Naa Maark
Tujhe Sab Hai Pata Mere Maark

Main Kabhi Batlata Nahin
Par Body Copy Se Darta Hoon Main Maark
Yun To Main, Dikhlata Nahin
Teri Parwaah Karta Hoon Main Maark
Tujhe Sab Hain Pata, Hain Na Maark
Tujhe Sab Hain Pata, Mere Maark

Drop D

They say that everyone
Is moving on to you
But I can’t seem to get myself
To fall in love with you

Drop D.
Why me?
Drop D.
Why me?
Drop D.
What do I do?
I can’t seem to get myself
to fall in love with you

They say you make the strings
Much easier to work
But low registers don’t work for me
They leave me in the dirt

Drop D.
Why me?
Drop D.
Why me?
Drop D.
Why me?
Why me?