Kanishka

Five dynasties you rejected
You're so bad, Kanishka
You're the most important king
Your penetrating gaze
And your breath smells like a dead horse

Kanishka, Kanishka

But one fine day
The crazy Kanishka married a girl
The Hindu maiden
Crooked teeth
Cross-eyed and big-nosed
The palace people called her Manu

Manu, Manu
The Hindu maiden

Poor Manu always kissed him
And crazy Kanishka did nothing
The whole palace watching the reaction
Sang this song to their king

Kanishka, Kanishka