seth ghar me aayo beto seth ghar me aayo beto
ho jaye kuch dhoom dhadaka dhoom dhadaka
are beto hai wo daswo laao kha se ghee or aato
aate me to pad gayo ghato aate me to pad gayo ghato
seth tumharo pet hai moto kar liyo inko choto
aate me to pad gayo ghato aate me to pad gayo ghato

seth tumharo kaiso ghar hai bina ticket ke chidya ghar
itne bacche ram duhai itni fauj ghar me kha se aai
jab se dekhi film wo boby aapni bhi phir chabi kho gai
khae basnti sun bhai logo khae basnti sun bhai logo
mathe pe lagayo aato mathe pe lagayo aato
aate me to pad gayo ghato aate me to pad gayo ghato

phir dekhe gaye aato ghaato ho jaaye kuch doom dhadako
moka hai notanki wali aankh ladale o matwali
soch samjhkar bol chorangi naam hai mera bhi dorangi
maal pe mere hath na dharna mahfil me be maut naa marna
ishq me tujhse nahi daruga khatiya teri khadi karuga
chod basnti dorangi ko gale laga le chorangi ko
haaye basnti haaye basnti haaye basnti
khaye basnti sun bhi logo raste me chubi gayo kanto
aate me to pad gayo ghato aate me to pad gayo ghato

The son arrives, a son within the home,
Let celebrations bloom, a joyful foam.
The tenth child born, a lineage's plea,
Where to find the ghee and flour, endlessly?
The flour's depleted, a hollow, empty space,
A void within the soul, a desolate place.
Oh, merchant, your belly, a swollen, vast decree,
Shrink it, contain it, and set your spirit free.
The flour's depleted, a hollow, empty space.

Your home, a circus, a chaotic scene,
A menagerie of souls, forever keen.
Children abound, a legion untold,
How did this army gather, brave and bold?
Since seeing Bobby, a film's bright gleam,
My own key vanished, lost within a dream.
Bansanti, hear me, a plea I now impart,
A wound upon my brow, a shattered heart.
The flour's depleted, a hollow, empty space.

Again, the flour, depleted and gone,
Let celebrations fade, the dancing withdrawn.
A stage for drama, a fleeting glance,
The flirtatious eyes, a captivating dance.
Think carefully, I am Dorangi's name,
Two-faced am I, playing a dangerous game.
Do not touch my wares, do not dare to seize,
Do not perish here, amidst the revelries.
I will not fear love, nor fall at your plea,
Your bed will be broken, your fate you will see.
Leave Bansanti, embrace Dorangi's guise,
Oh, Bansanti, Bansanti, beneath saffron skies.
Where did Bansanti go? I hear them now say,
A thorn in the road, has pricked her today.
The flour's depleted, a hollow, empty space.