papa toh band bajaye, principal khud ban jaye
keep quite rule banaye, har pal bas yeh chilaaye
idiot ho, tum gadhe ho abhi tumhe knowledge nahi
humse panga lenewali abhi tumhari age nahi hai
whatever whatever we do do do
papa toh band bajaye, papa toh band bajaye
papa toh band bajaye, papa toh band bajaye

din ho full of aankh matakka
har ik raat party night night night
par apne khwabo pe baitha pappa banke dynamite
par apne khwabo pe baitha pappa banke dynamite
dynamite dynamite
idiot ho, tum gadhe ho abhi tumhe knowledge nahi
humse panga lenewali abhi tumhari age nahi hai
whatever whatever we do do do
papa toh band bajaye, papa toh band bajaye
papa toh band bajaye

are na jaane kyun baat-baat pe
karte humko grill n fry, fry fry
hum thoda sa chill kar le to
isme problem kya hai bhai, bhai bhai
oh hum thoda sa chill kar le to
isme problem kya hai bhai, aye bhai aye bhai
idiot ho, tum gadhe ho abhi tumhe knowledge nahi
humse panga lenewali abhi tumhari age nahi hai
whatever whatever we do do do
papa toh band bajaye

papa toh band bajaye, principal khud ban jaye
keep quite rule banaye, har pal bas yeh chilaaye
idiot ho, tum gadhe ho, abhi tumhe knowledge nahi
humse panga lenewali abhi tumhari age nahi hai
whatever whatever we do do do
papa papa papa papa papa papa

The father strikes the band, the principal takes hold,
Demanding silence, a story often told.
"You're idiots, you're donkeys, knowledge you lack,
Too young to defy us, there's no turning back."
Whatever, whatever, we do, do, do,
The father strikes the band, the father strikes anew,
The father strikes the band, the father strikes anew.

The days are brimming, winks in every gleam,
Every night a party, a vibrant, flashing dream,
But perched above our hopes, a father, a burning fuse,
A father-dynamite, his power we must lose.
Dynamite, dynamite.
"You're idiots, you're donkeys, knowledge you lack,
Too young to defy us, there's no turning back."
Whatever, whatever, we do, do, do,
The father strikes the band, the father strikes anew,
The father strikes the band.

Why on every word, a grilling, a fiery test,
Why must they always fry, and never let us rest?
If we seek a little chill, a moment to unwind,
What's the problem, brother, what troubles your mind?
Oh, if we seek a little chill, a moment to unwind,
What's the problem, brother, brother, brother?
"You're idiots, you're donkeys, knowledge you lack,
Too young to defy us, there's no turning back."
Whatever, whatever, we do, do, do,
The father strikes the band.

The father strikes the band, the principal takes hold,
Demanding silence, a story often told.
"You're idiots, you're donkeys, knowledge you lack,
Too young to defy us, there's no turning back."
Whatever, whatever, we do, do, do,
Father, father, father, father, father, father.