a b b g, t p o g
a b b g, t p o g
i p k i, u p o g
a b b g t p o g, i p k i u p o g

a b b g t p o g, i p k i u p o g
ham chahate jaisa jaisa, sab waisa waisa hota
jara socho toh aisa hota toh kaisa hota
ham chahate jaisa jaisa, sab waisa waisa hota
jara socho toh aisa hota toh kaisa hota
a b b g t p o g, i p k i u p o g
a b b g t p o g, i p k i u p o g

monday se saturday tak ham roj chuttee manate
sirf sunday ko padhne hm apne school jate
ooh la la ooh la la la la
ooh la la ooh la la la la
teacher uthne hee khush hote, jitne ham late hote
har class me icecream hotee, har class me chocolate hotee
school hmare sapno ke, school ke jaisa hota
jara socho toh aisa hota toh
o p r a pyare, t p o g
o p r e pyaree, u p o g
a b b g t p o g, i p k i u p o g

ham sath school se apne, koyi homework nahi late
koyi bhi na ghar me bigadta, ham jitna shor machate
kamre me cricket khelte, table par dance karte
train hamare ghar me aate, plane hamare chhat pe utarte
bajar me sab kuchh free milta, na rupiya na paisa hota
jara socho toh aisa hota toh
han jara socho toh aisa hota toh kaisa hota
ham chahate jaisa jaisa, sab waisa waisa hota
jara socho toh aisa hota toh kaisa hota
jara socho toh aisa hota toh kaisa hota

A whisper, a breath, a fleeting desire,
A breath, a whisper, consumed by the fire.
A seed of knowing, a blossoming bloom,
A whisper, a breath, escaping the tomb.

A whisper, a breath, a seed taking root,
If wishes took shape, and bore ripened fruit.
Imagine the world, sculpted as we crave,
A mirror reflecting, the souls we would save.
If wishes took form, and bloomed in the light,
Oh, what of this world, both day and the night?
A whisper, a breath, a fleeting desire,
A breath, a whisper, consumed by the fire.

From dawn's pale embrace to the week's weary end,
We'd celebrate freedom, a journey to transcend.
On Sundays alone, for knowledge we'd yearn,
To schools of our dreams, our lessons to learn.
(Uhh La La, Uhh La La La La)
(Uhh La La, Uhh La La La La)
The teachers would smile, as we stumbled and strayed,
Each class a sweet treat, a sugary parade.
Our school, a reflection, of fantasies' art,
Oh, what if this vision, would capture our heart?
Oh, beloved, a breath, escaping the form,
Oh, beloved, a whisper, weathering the storm.
A whisper, a breath, a fleeting desire,
A breath, a whisper, consumed by the fire.

We'd gather in classrooms, devoid of all task,
No homework to haunt us, behind a closed mask.
No scolding at home, as our voices would soar,
Cricket in bedrooms, dancing on the floor.
Trains in our homes, and planes in the sky,
A world overflowing, where money would die.
The markets would offer, a bounty so free,
Oh, what if this magic, forever would be?
If we could but dream, what wonders unfold?
Oh, what of this world, both new and old?
If wishes took shape, and bore ripened fruit,
A mirror reflecting, the souls we would loot.
If wishes took form, and bloomed in the light,
Oh, what of this world, both day and the night?
Oh, what if this world, forever would be?