one two one two three four hip he
kahte hai karte hai jo marji, sunte nahi hai kisi ki arzi
kahte hai karte hai jo marji, sunte nahi hai kisi ki arzi
hai karte nahi hum regular duty
thana me, thane me baithe onduty bajawe haye pandey ji seety
thana me baithe onduty bajawe haye pandey ji seety
pandey ji seety bajawe ji seety, pandey ji seety bajawe onduty
aadat badi naspiti bajawe haye bajawe haye
oye shut up, bajawe haye panday ji seety

munny ke sab ras le liya re bar diwane rasiya
haath malat rahi jayiye re ud jaawe jo chidiya
ud jaawe chidiya, ud jaawe chidiya, ud jaawe chidiya furr
maana re maana hamne maana gazab tohra beauty
ang ka rana hamka pandey ji hai onduty

jaan hamari kehte hamko ha jaan se pyari kehte hamko
jaane kya kya swaang rachaaye rajkumari kehte hamko
faste nahi hai koi kaand karke
ho faste nahi hai koi kaand karke
hai marzi jo dekho demand karke, thana me

aate hai jab pandey raja bajta hai tab sur me baaja
ho chor uchakke dar se bole uske badle maut hi aaja
jachte nahi hai waise raar karte hoye hoye hoye hoye
jachte nahi hai waise raar karte
are bodhe se dushman pe war karte
thana me, thana me baithe onduty bajawe haye pandey ji seety
aadat badi naaspiti bajawe haye pandey ji seety
pandey ji seety bajawe ji seety, pandey ji seety bajawe onduty

One, two, three, four, the rhythm takes hold,
They speak and they act, as their stories unfold.
They heed no appeal, no pleading, no plea,
They speak and they act, wild and free.

We shun the routine, the predictable grind,
In the station we sit, our duties we find.
In the station we sit, our duties we keep,
Pandey-ji's whistle lulls us to sleep.
Pandey-ji's whistle, a resonant call,
Pandey-ji's whistle, embracing us all.
A nasty habit, a rhythm so true,
Oh, shut up, Pandey-ji, his whistle rings through.

Munni's taken by those crazed, thirsty fools,
They grab at the nectar, ignore all the rules.
The sparrow takes flight, the sparrow takes wing,
The sparrow takes flight, on the breeze she will swing.
We concede, we admit, your beauty's a blaze,
We bow to your glory, in a bewildering haze.
Our bodies are treasures, your beauty's the key,
Pandey-ji's on duty, and watching you and me.

My love, my life, they whisper to me,
Beloved, they call me, eternally.
They play all their games, the charades they weave,
They call me a princess, their hearts they believe.
We're never ensnared by the chaos they bring,
No, we're never ensnared, as their shadows take wing,
We're never ensnared, by the troubles they breed,
Their desires we witness, the station's their creed.

When Pandey arrives, the music takes hold,
A fanfare erupts, a story unfolds.
The thieves and the rogues, in terror they flee,
They pray for the darkness, for death's misery.
We don't approve of these conflicts they crave,
No, we don't approve, in the havoc they wave.
We strike at our foes, the weak and the frail,
In the station we sit, Pandey's music will wail.
Pandey-ji's whistle, a nasty delight,
Pandey-ji's whistle, consuming the night.
Pandey-ji's whistle, a resonant sound,
Pandey-ji's whistle, on duty is bound.