sun o ghanchakkar babu tere chakkar hai bekabu
hua bheja tal ke sabudana re
karta apne mann ki bhukh badi hai dhan ki
sabne tujhko sanki mana re
o lutiya khatiya o lambi continuos thukam patti

oye ghanchakkar sunle chalke swetar bun le
shakkar badle gud le jana re
sarkito ki matki chhat pe ulti latki
taal pe maare chutki shana re
lafda jhagda sumdi continuos jholam patti

hey waah re waah waah re waah
tujhme bhar ke ye shaitani buddhi
tauba kahke shaitano ne bhi karva li nasbandi
tujhko kya pakdega aliya taaro ka koi thane ka
tune kar di hai fbi ki bhi mittargandhi
bank ho ya ho loker baap ka tere naukar
khada hai khula hokar aana re
mantar tere hatke sur se thoda bhatke
aaya hai jo rat ke gaana re
o tabla tunga o tungi continuos thukam patti

ye shana hai shana hai
udti chidiyo ke par gin leta hai
a aa i ee ke badle isne sikha alfa thita
sabke collar pe bhaiya iljamo ka kichad uchhla
iske muh pe na aaya galti se bhi single chhita
baat hai ye andar ki sajish ke daftar ki
daal hai murgi ghar ki khana re
lakh judai fadki chahat utni bhadki
dur bhagaye tharki aana re
o chhamiya amiya o guthli continuos jholam patti

Listen, you whirlwind, your spins are out of control,
Your mind, a wash of tapioca, a hungry soul.
Your heart demands wealth, a ravenous fire,
And all declare you mad, consumed by desire.
Oh, broken pot, broken bed, a long, unending spit-rag.

Hey, whirlwind, hear me, weave yourself a sweater,
Trade sugar for jaggery, a sweeter getter.
Circuits in a jar, upside down on the roof,
He snaps his fingers, a master's proof.
A tangle of strife, a messy, endless, swinging rag.

Oh, what a wonder, what a wonder, what a thing!
You're filled with such devilish, wicked spring.
The devils themselves, in horrified denial,
Embraced sterility, escaping your trial.
What law can bind you, from the stars’ distant station?
You’ve smeared even the FBI with your foul emanation.
A bank or a locker, your father’s your servant,
Standing open, come, be fervent.
Your mantra's eccentric, your tune a bit astray,
You've come to repeat it, come what may.
Oh, tabla thumping, thumping thumb, a long, unending spit-rag.

He's a genius, a genius, mark my word,
Counts the feathers of every soaring bird.
Instead of A, B, C, he learned alpha, theta,
He splashed accusations on everyone's collar, a spreader.
Not a single speck of fault on his own face, no, no,
This is the heart of a conspiracy, the office's show.
Chicken in the lentils, the hen house's food, come and eat.
Separation's a flutter, desire’s a searing heat,
Turn away the lecher, do not meet.
Oh, dancer, mango, and the pit, a messy, endless, swinging rag.