Few people somehow,
made a group called N.O.W.
in search of the bikers,
who can blow of all the diapers.
Low on petrol takin a little choke,
don take us as joke.
we,r the nexgenz hope.
Burnin tirez on road,
alwayz lock n load,in the racin mode,
if u don have guts then we'll sink ur boat,
cuz we'r made of steel,
havin world under our heel,
n ppl know us by NAWABS ON WHEELS...
Written by - Vyom (Delhi)
We put on the helmets and zip up the jackets.
We mount our bikes and the fuel is ignited.
We kick-start our bikes and the gears are shifted,
At the shot of the gun, bike is accelerated.
We dance up a storm on our bikes, excited,
roads turned pale on which Nawabs glided.
No need to watch paint dry,
we are here, to give you joy.
On our bikes to cloud 9 we'll fly,
with 360, race tracks we fry.
Wheelie and stoppie we'll do guys,
watch our burnouts with wide open eyes.
India Today has spotted N.O.W.,
we'll make it to ESPN somehow.
Before us people will bow,
for success we'll hunt high and low.
Determined to give our opponent a knockout blow,
on us the stars of success will glow.
We are the Nawabs on Wheels,
we rock from head to heel.
Beware! Your heart we'll steal,
we'll make the whole world kneel.
Our vigour you'll soon feel,
our talents, on roads we reveal.
On our bikes we are ready to "dhoom",
make way for us, vroom vroom vroom.
Make in your heart, for us, a room,
here we come, boom boom.
We will make you jive and jhoom,
your whole world, jayega ghoom.
Written by - Manushree (Lucknow)





















