Someday, O Sanjay

you're going away

back home to meet your wife

you led a good life

here in the States

and earned your wages

the father of your bride

when she was a child

met your parents 

on a fateful day

 Someday, O Sanjay

we'll miss you Monday

when you don't show for work

Though the employees

will carry that weight,

our good patrons what will they say?

Someday, O Sanjay

the donuts are stale

the hoodlums have gone away 

Sanjay, O Sanjay

the coffee is cold

the new guy can't get with the fold

Sanjay, O Sanjay

the write-offs are high

we lost the number

of our burrito guy

Someday, O Sanjay

we're doing okay

we hope you're well

in your native land