doso litre aansu tin so kilo gham
god ji bata do jaayein kahaan pe hum
ha doso litre aansu tin so kilo gham
god ji bata do jaayein kahaan pe hum
zyada taklif hai, thodi si relief hai
aaj kal duniya mein bolo kaun thik hai
upar se tere mummy, papa, bhai, aapa
total siyapaa hai tera pyar
chadeya khutapa, hum mar gaye yaar
total siyapaa hai tera pyar
chadeya khutapa, hum mar gaye yaar

hmm mummy teri mainu hate kare
brother tera irritate kare
daddy hamesha lost rehta
sister teri manipulate kare
gabbar sara high rakkhe paara
soniye ni pangon ka hai ye pitara
phir bhi teri galiyon ka rasta hai naapa
total siyapaa hai tera pyar
chadeya khutapa, hum mar gaye yaar
total siyapa hai tera pyar
chadeya khutapa, hum mar gaye yaar

ha doso litre aansu tin so kilo gham
god ji bata do jaayein kahaan pe hum
zyada taklif hai, thodi si relief hai
aaj kal duniya mein bolo kaun thik hai
upar se tere mummy, papa, bhai, aapa
total siyapaa hai tera pyar
chadeya khutapa, hum mar gaye yaar
total siyapaa hai tera pyar
chadeya khutapa, hum mar gaye yaar
hoye siyapa, siyappa, siyapa
siyapaa, siyapaa, siyapaa
siyapaa, siyapaa, siyapaa

Two hundred liters of tears, three hundred kilos of woe,
Oh, God, tell me, where do we go?
Two hundred liters of tears, three hundred kilos of woe,
Oh, God, tell me, where do we go?

More pain than ease, a sliver of relief,
Tell me, in this world, who finds true belief?
Your aunt, your father, your brother, your all,
This love of yours, a complete downfall.
This tangled mess, we're dying, it's true,
This love of yours, what will we do?
This tangled mess, we're dying, it's true.

Your mother hates me, that much is clear,
Your brother irritates, year after year.
Your father's always lost in a haze,
Your sister manipulates in countless ways.
This Gabbar, he keeps the fever high,
My love, this is a box of woes, nearby.
Yet still, your street, I measure and scan,
This love of yours, a complete downfall.
This tangled mess, we're dying, it's true,
This love of yours, what will we do?
This tangled mess, we're dying, it's true.

Two hundred liters of tears, three hundred kilos of woe,
Oh, God, tell me, where do we go?
More pain than ease, a sliver of relief,
Tell me, in this world, who finds true belief?
Your aunt, your father, your brother, your all,
This love of yours, a complete downfall.
This tangled mess, we're dying, it's true,
This love of yours, what will we do?
This tangled mess, we're dying, it's true.
Oh, downfall, downfall, downfall,
Downfall, downfall, downfall,
Downfall, downfall, downfall.