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!