SHYLA la la la
Oh la Shyla la la la
The ‘Masters’ call me Shyla
I am like a small flower, Patel-a
Even then my parents call me shy-la
They came from a country called MALAWI
We all hail from Afro Asia la la la
Que sera sera? Que sera sera?
What will become of me little Shyla
SHY like Papa or laugh like mama?
Can you see the future and say, “Voila!�
“Voila!†we all know Que sera sera Shyla
Whatever you be, or look our ‘Corolla’
Like Papa and Mama but more like Shyla
We will love you forever and ever tra-la-la
Oh la Shala la la la
Can we all call you tiny Shyla?
Written for shyla, Veena and Pankaj Master's daughter
The ‘Masters’ call me Shyla
Even then my parents call me shy-la
They came from a country called MALAWI
We all hail from Afro Asia la la la
What will become of me little Shyla
SHY like Papa or laugh like mama?
Can you see the future and say, “Voila!�
Whatever you be, or look our ‘Corolla’
Like Papa and Mama but more like Shyla
We will love you forever and ever tra-la-la
Can we all call you tiny Shyla?