dhobi ka kutta jaise ghaat ka na ghar ka
poori tarah na idhar ka, na udhar ka
sun re nikhattu tera wohi to haal hai

zindagi ki race mein jo munh utha ke dauda
zindagi ne maari laat peeche chhoda
tu hai wo tattu, gadhe si jiski chaal hai
pyaar mein thenga… bar mein thenga…

inki botal bhi goron ki gulaam hai
roothi hai mehbooba roothi roothi sharaab hai
hey aam hindustaani teri kismat kharaab hai

roothi hai mehbooba roothi roothi sharaab hai
hey aam hindustaani teri kismat kharaab hai
aasmaan se yun gira, khajoor pe tu atka
tere haalaat ne uthake tujhko patka

kee aisi champi ki tere hosh ud gaye
bewafaai dekh ke jo aayi tujhko hichki
chaudi chhaati teri chutkiyon mein pichki
gham ki pappi muaah mili to baal jhad gaye

pyaar mein thenga… bar mein thenga…
inki botal bhi goron ki gulaam hai
roothi hai mehbooba roothi roothi sharaab hai

hey aam hindustaani teri kismat kharaab hai
roothi hai mehbooba roothi roothi sharaab hai
hey aam hindustaani teri kismat kharaab hai

aadmi nahi tu samjhe khud ko machhli
ulti ganga mein hai tairne ki khujli
par yeh hukoomat jo hai magarmachh hai

laalach ne tujhko aisi patti padhaai
khwaahish ne li hai degchi kadhaai
taqdeer teri abhi bhi chammach mein hai

pyaar mein thenga..thenga.. bar mein thenga…
inki botal bhi goron ki ghulam hai
roothi hai mehbooba roothi roothi sharaab hai

hey aam hindustani teri kismat kharaab hai
roothi hai mehbooba roothi roothi sharaab hai
hey aam hindustani teri kismat kharaab hai.

Like a washerman's dog, belonging nowhere,
Lost between the shore and the river's glare.
Listen, you idler, your plight is so clear,
Racing blindly, consumed by the fear.
Life's harsh blow, a stumble, a fall,
You're the donkey, with the gait of a crawl.
Love's embrace, a mocking jest,
The bar's embrace, you're never blessed.
Their bottles, slaves to the pale-skinned hand,
The beloved scornful, the wine so unplanned.
Oh, common Indian, your fate is forlorn,
The beloved scornful, the wine so unplanned.
Oh, common Indian, your fate is forlorn.

Fallen from skies, snagged on a date,
Your own plight, a cruel twist of fate.
A harsh massage, your senses now fade,
Betrayal's sight, a sob you've made.
Your broad chest shrinks, a fragile plea,
Sorrow's kiss, leaving you stripped to the knee.
Love's embrace, a mocking jest,
The bar's embrace, you're never blessed.
Their bottles, slaves to the pale-skinned hand,
The beloved scornful, the wine so unplanned.
Oh, common Indian, your fate is forlorn,
The beloved scornful, the wine so unplanned.
Oh, common Indian, your fate is forlorn.

You're no man, but a fish, it seems,
Yearning to swim against the stream's gleams.
Yet, this power, a crocodile's reign,
Greed's blindfold, a lesson in vain.
Desire's grip, a pot to hold,
Your destiny, still spoon-controlled.
Love's embrace, a mocking jest,
The bar's embrace, you're never blessed.
Their bottles, slaves to the pale-skinned hand,
The beloved scornful, the wine so unplanned.
Oh, common Indian, your fate is forlorn,
The beloved scornful, the wine so unplanned.
Oh, common Indian, your fate is forlorn.