Hey There Pupu Chan

My very dear friend TGWTT, who is currently in Grenoble, France for his internship, is basically having a hard time right now. Does not mean that I am particularly enjoying myself all alone in this humid hellhole named KGP, but life does become difficult anywhere without dough (Money). And this is the very problem that tgwtt, whom i lovingly call pappu or pupu chan, is facing in France. To know more, which is important for you in order to understand this post, read his side of the story by clicking here.

So here we were, chatting as he cribbed about his fiscal circumstances there, while I sat in my hostel room listening to this lovely song called Hey there Delilah by a band named Plain White T's. To listen to the song, click here. You can find the lyrics here. Please check these links out, they will help you comprehend and appreciate the post better.

This is the complete version of what I started typing due to the combined effect the two described events. I call it "hey there Pupu Chan"

Hey there Pupu chan

What’s it like in Grenoble city

I am thousands of miles away

And dude, tonight you seem so perky

Yes you do, Gol C can’t shine as bright as you
I swear it’s true

Hey there Pupu Chan

Don’t you worry about the money

When this damned weekend is over

You’ll have glazed donuts and honey

And Chocolate, Rice

I know now you wanna scoop out my eyes

N’ use them as dice

‘Cuz Oh, it’s what you do to me

Oh, it’s what you do to me

Oh, it’s what you do to me

Oh, it’s what you do to me

It’s what you do to me

Hey there Pupu Chan, I know France is just absurd

And all that you get for free there is cow poop and goat turd

That too battered; Fifty cents, if he were here he’d say “Word!”

But don’t you swerve

Hey there Pupu Chan, you’ve got so much more of meat

And all the microwaveable food you have

If right now you could eat , You’d eat it all

The very next day while walking you’d fall

And puke it all

Oh, it’s what you do to me

Oh, it’s what you do to me

Oh, it’s what you do to me

Oh, it’s what you do to me

Your university is pretty far

And they’ve got trains and trams and cars

You might have to walk all the way though

Your friends will all make fun of you

And you’ll just laugh along because you know

That neither of those fuckers have no dough

Pupu Chan, I can promise you

That by the time this week gets through

Your wallet will be bursting with euros

You won’t be morose

Hey there Pupu Chan

You be good and don’t play Akon

Two more days and you’ll have cheese and bacon

While I’ll be making Maggi like I do

You’ll know it’s all because of you

You can send me some of your money too

Hey there Pupu Chan here’s to you

And your gal-pals too

Oh, it’s what you do to me

Oh, it’s what you do to me

Oh, it’s what you do to me

Oh, it’s what you do to me

It’s what you do to me