paisa ye paisa, paisa hai kaisa
nahi koi aisa jaisa ye paisa
ke ho musibat naa ho musibat
ho musibat naa ho musibat saat aath nau das

ek paisa ye paisa, do paisa hai kaisa
teen nahi koi aisa, chaar jaisa ye paisa
paanch ke ho musibat, chhe naa ho musibat
saat ho musibat, aath naa ho musibat saat aath nau das

ek paisa ye paisa, do paisa hai kaisa
teen nahi koi aisa, chaar jaisa ye paisa
paanch ke ho musibat, chhe naa ho musibat
saat ho musibat, aath naa ho musibat saat aath nau das

prem dekha pyar dekha, yaari dekhi yaar dekha
prem dekha pyar dekha, yaari dekhi yaar dekha
dil ke aar paar dekha, ye sara sansaar dekha
upar niche andar baahar, dur paas mausam hai ek jaisa
paisa paisa paisa paisa

paisa ye paisa, paisa hai kaisa
nahi koi aisa jaisa ye paisa
ke ho musibat naa ho musibat
ho musibat naa ho musibat saat aath nau das

paisa ye paisa, paisa hai kaisa
nahi koi aisa jaisa ye paisa
ke ho musibat naa ho musibat
ho musibat naa ho musibat saat aath nau das

ek paisa ye paisa, do paisa hai kaisa
teen nahi koi aisa, chaar jaisa ye paisa
paanch ke ho musibat, chhe naa ho musibat
saat ho musibat aath naa ho musibat saat aath nau das

Money, oh money, what a strange art,
None like it, tearing worlds apart.
May trials come, or may they cease,
Seven, eight, nine, ten, find no release.

One coin, this coin, how much it seems,
Three none like it, four in dreams.
Five, let hardship start to bloom,
Six, let trouble leave the room.
Seven, let the pain ignite,
Eight, let peace reclaim the light.
Seven, eight, nine, ten, through endless night.

One coin, this coin, a coin again,
Three none like it, four like men.
Five, let hardship start to rise,
Six, let trouble close its eyes.
Seven, let the storms descend,
Eight, let the solace now extend.
Seven, eight, nine, ten, until the end.

Love I've seen, and love's sweet face,
Friendship known, in time and space.
Through hearts I've peered, no secret kept,
The whole wide world, in tears it wept.
Above, below, within, without,
Near, far, the seasons turn about.
Money, money, echoing loud,
Money, money, in the crowd.

Money, oh money, what a strange art,
None like it, tearing worlds apart.
May trials come, or may they cease,
Seven, eight, nine, ten, find no release.

Money, oh money, what a strange art,
None like it, tearing worlds apart.
May trials come, or may they cease,
Seven, eight, nine, ten, find no release.

One coin, this coin, how much it seems,
Three none like it, four in dreams.
Five, let hardship start to bloom,
Six, let trouble leave the room.
Seven, let the pain ignite,
Eight, let peace reclaim the light.
Seven, eight, nine, ten, through endless night.