ha dhoti aur patlun me ek din hui ladai
arey uljh gaye mr. bulbul se
apne lalu bhai
tumhi kaho ji ab tumhi kaho ji
kaun hai achha dhoti aur patlun me
bhai dhoti aur patlun me
aji tumhi kaho ji
kaun hai achha dhoti aur patlun me
bhai dhoti aur patlun me

malmal ki ye sasti dhoti
chij bade aaram ki
bhai chij bade aram ki
phate to das rumal bana lo
hai na lakho kam ki
kyu hai na lakho kam ki
aji pehan chalu to aji pehan chalu to
dhoti ke aanad may aur june me
tumhi kaho ji ab tumhi kaho ji
kaun hai achha dhoti aur patlun me
bhai dhoti aur patlun me

europe ki ye raaj dulari
sahab logo ki hai pyari
europe ki ye raaj dulari
sahab logo ki hai pyari, dhoti walo
dhoti walo tum kya jano
kya hai ye patlun hamari

aji dhoti wala aji dhoti wala
ban jaye lala aur mr. patlun me
aji tumhi kaho ji
kaun hai achha dhoti aur patlun me
bhai dhoti aur patlun me
lalu bhai mr. bulbul
sabse achha payjama
arey lalu bhai mr. bulbul
sabse achha payjama
dhoti aur patlun bhanjiya
ye dono ka mama

aji raat ise paris me pehno
aji raat ise paris me pehno
din ko dehradhun me
tumhi kaho ji
ab tumhi kaho ji
kon hai achha dhoti aur patlun me
bhai dhoti aur patlun me

A spat arose, 'twixt draped and tailored form,
A squabble born, a tempest in the norm,
Where Bulbul clashed, and Lalu took the floor,
To ask the heart, and plead for something more:
Tell us now, oh tell us, if you please,
Which reigns supreme, in these contrasting seas,
Of draped and tailored, tell us if you please?

This muslin, humble, draped in folds so deep,
A solace found, where weary spirits sleep,
A comfort known, in every gentle sway,
And torn, it births a thousand uses, say!
Ten kerchiefs bloom, from every tear it knows,
A million tasks, where gentle kindness grows.
So let us don, this comfort soft and light,
And find our joy, in summer's radiant height!
Tell us now, oh tell us, if you please,
Which reigns supreme, in these contrasting seas,
Of draped and tailored, tell us if you please?

From Europe's halls, a darling, sleek and bold,
A favorite clad, where stories are told,
Of tailored form, and every modern grace,
You draped ones know, not what we embrace,
The tailored form! Of all the things we claim,
The draped will rise, in glory and in fame,
A Lala born, where tailored forms reside,
Tell us now, oh tell us, open wide
Which reigns supreme, in these contrasting seas,
Of draped and tailored, tell us if you please?

Lalu and Bulbul, in their wisdom's art,
Proclaim the best, the comfort of the heart,
The draped and tailored, kindred spirits true,
Both sons and heirs, of all that sees us through.
In Paris nights, it finds its stylish place,
Dehradun days, in sun and gentle grace,
Tell us now, oh tell us, if you please,
Which reigns supreme, in these contrasting seas,
Of draped and tailored, tell us if you please?