From the hotchpotch known as haggis, let Scotchmen yearn or yell

From the taste of Yorkshire pudding, let the English fondly dwell

From their famed tandoori chicken, let Punjabis praise like hell

But for us who hail from Goa, there's nothing like Sorpotel!

Sorpotel Sorpotel Every Goan loves Sorpotel!

Sorpotel Sorpotel There's nothing like Sorpotel!

From the big wigs in Colaba, to the small fry in Cavel

From the Goan tribes in Bandra, to the remnants in Parel

From the lovely girls in Glaxo, to the boys in Burma Shell

There's no Goan whose mouth won't water, when you talk of Sorpotel!

Sorpotel Sorpotel Every Goan loves Sorpotel!

Sorpotel Sorpotel There's nothing like Sorpotel!

And oh, for Christmas dinner, don't you think it would be swell

If by some freak of fortune, or by some magic spell

If they could as they can in Goa, have a bottle of cajel

And toddy-leavened sannam

To go with Sorpotel!