"Bengal Fights Back - Palao Regiment" joke

1. Blady war on our boarder, Sons of Bengal bheel crush these hoarders. All join CRP and Army, Bugger Chinese must flee.
2. Recruiting offishsars taking names, Whife say Bholanath don't be shamed, Put your name on top of the least, Phor phree clothing and phresh pheesh.
3. To the depoh all are sent, Banerjees, Choudhurys all did went, Debs, Deys, Duttas and Das, Shaking posterior with big arse.
4. Guptos, Ghosh, Guhas and Mondols, Looking like many dhobi bundles, Mookherjees, Chatterjees, Mazumdars and Mitters, Grinding tooths for hurt (heart) is bitter.
5. Shum-one is shouting tarn to right, Phor medical exam and eyeshight. Doctor is telling undress phull, But I am feeling blady phool.
6. Doctor putting tape around chest, Breathe in and out and dam the rest. Myself feeling bhery sai (shy), Doctor is pheeling near thigh.
7. Now for khaki clothing go, I am rushing but dhuti tore. Pushing, heaving, jostling and banging, But I pheel something is hanging.
8. Clothes not criteria, not to worry, Bholanath Sen nebher pheel sorry. Phor Sons of Bengal least care, Any dam cloth we bhere.
9. Donning bush coat and khaki pant, Boots and belt with cap on Cantt. I am looking jolly swank, Surely I wheel gate offishsars rank.
10. Shum-one shouting' at-tention', But how to fight without gun, Now offishshar shouting phall in quick, Jumping, gibing blady kick.
11. Marching smirtly in jauntless phasion, Bengal's hurt (heart) is barning with passion.
Gibe us guns and habe compassion, We can't fight in nonsense phasion.
12. News is comming bhery grabe, Whife says Bholanath be brabe. Shosur and Shashuree shitting tight, Why phor are they getting phright.
13. NEFA area we must defend, Bengal heroes to the end. Nebher mind cease-phire planed,
We will phight with chata in hand.
14. Asham border getting hotter, What I care for whife and daughter.
Chinese buggers I will slaughter, Oh by God I am passing water.
15. Chinese buggers all good fighters, Sons of Bengal mostly writers.
Let the jawans phight with knibes, We are palaoing to our whifes.
16. Whife is telling Bholanath be bold, So I am gibbing all her gold.
Market prices bhery phunny, Raaskel buggers are making money.
17. People gibbing a lot of guph, Communist being rounded uph.
They are telling going to go, Yes, I telling but hurt (heart) saying no.
18. When I hear the bugle call, I will eat my macher-jhoal.
Like true Son of Bengal I palao, Clutching dhuti, kombol and all.
19. Chinese buggers comming whild, I am hide with behind high. They are gibbing battle cry, While I pray for Kali Mai.
20. Now I am asking all of you, Hindus, Muslims, Sikhs and Anglos too. Pray Chinese do not come, Phor all will die weeth bullet in bum.