The Peacock Wants Pani Puri!

[Intro – Immediate grooving reggae-rock bass and drums, bright sitar motif, crisp tabla, dholak, crunchy offbeat guitars] [Peacock – Proud, theatrical voice] Make way! Beauty is hungry! [Verse 1 – Driving reggae-rock, melodic sitar fills, tabla groove, playful male vocals] Down by di market in di afternoon sun, Spice in di air and di whole town run. Vendors all shouting, colours in di sky, Then in stroll one peacock with a glittering eye. Tail like a palace, neck so grand, Strutting like a prince through the food-stall land. He turn one corner, then stop in surprise— Small round snacks caught his elegant eyes. [Pre-Chorus – Punchy guitar chords, rising sitar run, energetic hand percussion] Crispy little shells with tamarind gleam, Mint-water sparkle like a royal dream. Vendor smile and offer one plate, The peacock whisper, "Dis... is fate." [Chorus – Explosive reggae-rock, distorted guitars, prominent sitar hook, energetic vocals] PANI PURI! PANI PURI! Bring another plate in a hurry! Crunch and spice and tamarind glory, Dat peacock living a street-food story! PANI PURI! PANI PURI! Nobody move and nobody worry! If him feathers shake and him bright eyes shine, Just keep dem snacks coming one more time! [Peacock – Proud dramatic cry] MORE PANI PURI! [Instrumental – Fast sitar lick, tabla and dholak rolling, distorted guitar responses, no vocals] [Verse 2 – Funky heavy reggae-rock, lively percussion, playful storytelling] One little bite and him eyes flash wide, Mint and chilli hit him royal pride. He spin one circle with a startled cry, Then fling him feathers halfway to the sky! Tamarind dripping from the tip of his beak, Still he demand another five for the week. Vendor laugh, but the crowd step back, When the peacock launch a full snack attack. [Vendor – Amused] Slow down, prince! You'll burst your plume! [Peacock – Offended] I do not burst. I dazzle. [Chorus – Heavy guitars, bouncing dub bass, sitar and tabla upfront] PANI PURI! PANI PURI! Bring another plate in a hurry! Crunch and spice and tamarind glory, Dat peacock living a street-food story! PANI PURI! PANI PURI! Nobody move and nobody worry! If him chest puff out and him feet align, He about to order ninety-nine! [Fast Dancehall Toast – Rapid rhythmic vocals, driving drums, sharp reggae skanks, energetic tabla] Tik-tak, snack attack, prince on di loose, Mint-water dripping on his polished shoes! Crunch-pop, nonstop, shells in a line, Peacock eating like a king divine! Left strut, right strut, tail spread wide, Whole marketplace scatter to either side! Sweet chutney, spice chutney, chilli by di score, Every time dem blink he ask for twenty more! Feather fan, fancy man, glorious display, Eating half the market in a single day! No shame, no blame, no reason to pause, KING OF DI BAZAAR GOT PANI PURI CLAWS! [Instrumental Break – Fast tabla and dholak groove, sitar and electric guitar duel, short bansuri phrases, deep bass] [Bridge – Strong rock pulse, expressive bansuri, slightly dramatic vocals] Then the vendor brought the spiciest round, With green chutney fierce and a dangerous sound. The peacock pause, then nod with grace, And pop one puri in his noble face. One second silence... then what a sight! His tail explode in a fan of fright. He sneeze once hard and the whole stall shake, Sending potato filling into a wedding cake! [Peacock – Shocked but proud] Magnificent... Again. [Final Chorus – Massive reggae-rock guitars, joyful sitar melody, pounding drums, group vocals] PANI PURI! PANI PURI! Whole damn market in a hurry! Tail still shining, pride intact, Even while he's causing snack impact! PANI PURI! PANI PURI! No retreat and no apology! From the chutney bowl to the evening sky, Dat peacock eat till the trays run dry! [Outro – Bouncing bass riff, sitar flourish, tabla fills, guitar chops] [Vendor – Exhausted] That was the last plate. [Brief pause] [Peacock] Then refill destiny. [Final amused crowd reaction, distorted guitar chord, tabla hit]