Calle Calle cutta cutta cutta  Calle Calle Cutta  Eh Oh    One day when i got hungry  I sold the wooden house  I had to visit Uncle Ghandi  Who lives in Calcutta town    Uncle Ghandi he is rich  He is a taxi driver man  And I know that he will help me  As much as he can    A taxi driver man is what  I want to be  But there are no customers  Who want to ride with me    I dont know why  Could be that I am almost blind  But every street in Calcutta  I can find    Calcutta  I am a taxi driver in  I drive my little taxi in  Taxi, taxi, taxi, in  I am a taxi driver man  I like to drive the taxi  I like it very much  Even though I have no licence  I always find the clutch  I can drive it off my head  I can drive it off my feet  And I have no problems  Getting taxi on the street