jaise jahar jahar ko marta hain
vaise main chamche ko karchhe sse marunga
wo kaise
aaj jagat me ram baan hain
jisko khushamad kahte hain
jinhone paya ye gurumantr
sada sukhi wo rahte hain
sach hain bhai sach hain
ji hujuri aur khushamad
ki duniya me bhagat jano
ji hujuri aur khushamad
ki duniya me bhagat jano
chhod ek har bhagvaan ki puja
is devi ke shran pado
chhod ek har bhagvaan ki puja
is devi ke shran pado
chamchagiri ka paath padho bhai
chamchagiri ka paath padho
chamchagiri ka paath padho bhai
chamchagiri ka paath padho
are chamchagiri ki zindabad

jiskki patanga aakash ko chhuye
uske kadam na chhodo tum
jiski dor kate fire usse
apna nata todo tum
ye chamcho ki rit hain bhaiya
isi me apni jeet hain bhaiya
jisaki jaisi surat jaise dekho
usse vaisi baat karo
ji hujuri ki duniya me
chamchagiri ka paath padho
are ji hujuri ki duniya me
chamchagiri ka paath padho
are chamchagiri ki zindabad

koi sahab ka chamcha to
koi biwi ki chamchi hain
chmche ka jo chamcha bana bhai
kismat uski chamki hain
kya rari kya rishta nata
jisaki kalam hain usi ka khata
waqt pade to chmcho ke bhi
chmche banke chilam bharo
ji hujuri ki duniya me
chamchagiri ka paath padho
are ji hujuri ki duniya me
chamchagiri ka paath padho
are chamchagiri ki zindabad

dhoti aur ek lota lekar
aaye jo chaupati par, aha aha aha
vo pahunche hain kadi lagan se
jis shoharat ki ghati par
tum chaho to bina lagan ke
haye ji hujuri ke is fan se
us ghati se unchi ghati par bhi
ek din ja pahuncho
ji hujuri ki duniya me
chamchagiri ka paath padho
are ji hujuri ki duniya me
chamchagiri ka paath padho
are chamchagiri ki zindabad

murga murgi anda sabji, chahe ho lakho pakvaan
waah bhai waah, waah bhai waah
ek agar chamcha na ho to, rahe adhure dafterkhan
waah bhai waah, waah bhai waah
chmche bina to rah jati hain, paki pakai handi bhi
waah bhai waah, waah bhai waah
pade pade pani ho jaye, wishki aur braandi
waah bhai waah, waah bhai waah
jitne jyada jiske chmche, utni jyada uski shaan
waah bhai waah, waah bhai waah
chmche ho to lakh fayade, na ho to kitne nuksan
is duniya me chhota bada sab
kisi na kisi ka chamcha hain
sach hain bhai sachh hain
nirdhan hain dhanvaan ka chamcha
nirbal hain balvaan ka chamcha
gyaani hain gunvaan ka chamcha
pandit hain jajmaan ka chamcha, jai ho jai ho
hadippa jai ho, hadippa jai ho
hadippa jai ho

kar de kaary pathaan ka chamcha
hoye hoye hoye hoye
banwari hain paan ka chamcha
hoye hoye hoye hoey
petu hain pakvaan ka chamcha
tattu hain dhanvaan ka chamcha
chor hain thane dar ka chamcha
baniya hain shahudar ka chamcha
chor hain thane dar ka chamcha
baniya hain shahudar ka chamcha
aashiq hain dildaar ka chamcha
chamcha chmchedaar ka chmcha
chamchagiri zindabad
chamchagiri zindabad
chamchagiri zindabad
bol maha chamcha ki jai

As poison conquers poison's sting,
So shall I slay the spoon with ladle's swing.
How so, you ask, the path to thrive?
The world's sharp arrow, flattery, alive.
Those who grasp this sacred rite,
Find solace, bathed in endless light.

True it is, and true it shall be,
In the realm of yes-men, you must see:
Abandon all gods, their worship's hold,
And to this goddess, your story unfold.
Embrace the art of the sycophant's way,
Embrace it now, this very day.
Embrace the art, with joyous sound,
The art of flattery profound!
Long live the sycophants!

Whose kite ascends to kiss the sky,
Their footsteps follow, never die.
But if the thread should sever, break,
From them, your ties, forsake, forsake.
This is the sycophant's decree,
In such triumphs, victory!
Adapt your words, your manner bright,
To match the one you seek to ignite.
In the world of yes-men, learn and heed,
The art of sycophant's creed.
In the world of yes-men, you must see,
The art of sycophant's decree!
Long live the sycophants!

Some are the masters' chosen few,
While others, wives' devoted crew.
But he who serves the sycophant's call,
His fortune shines, embracing all.
Forget the bonds of kin and friend,
Whose pen dictates, where fortunes tend.
When shadows fall, and trials loom,
Become the sycophant, fill the room.
In the world of yes-men, learn and heed,
The art of sycophant's creed.
In the world of yes-men, you must see,
The art of sycophant's decree!
Long live the sycophants!

With dhoti and a humble pot,
They arrive where fortunes are sought, ah, ah, ah.
They reach the heights, through toil and sweat,
The valley where fame and glory met.
You can, if you but learn the art,
Of yes-men's skill, a brand new start.
From that valley, to heights unseen,
Someday you'll rise, a sycophant keen.
In the world of yes-men, learn and heed,
The art of sycophant's creed.
In the world of yes-men, you must see,
The art of sycophant's decree!
Long live the sycophants!

Chicken, hen, eggs, and all the greens,
A feast of a thousand vibrant scenes,
If one sycophant's absent plight,
The office incomplete, lacking light.
Without sycophants, the meal is undone,
Whiskey and brandy, their essence outrun,
The more sycophants, the greater the name,
The fewer the sycophants, all is in vain.
In this world, both great and small,
Are sycophants, answering the call.
True it is, and true it shall be,
The poor serve the wealthy's decree,
The weak, the strong, in their embrace,
The wise, the worthy, find their place,
The priest, the patron, in their hold,
Hallelujah, hallelujah, be told!

The Pathan's work, the sycophant performs,
Banwari's pan, in flattery transforms.
The glutton's feast, the sycophant's delight,
The wealthy's mule, in shadows of night.
The thief, the officer, in their game,
The merchant, the lender, in their same claim.
The thief, the officer, in their game,
The merchant, the lender, in their same claim.
The lover, the beloved, in their embrace,
The sycophant, in the sycophant's space.
Long live the sycophants!
Long live the sycophants!
Long live the sycophants!
Hail, the great sycophant's name!