akkad bakad bambe bo assi nabe pure sau
sau me laga dhaga chor nikal ke bhaga
dholak mili na baza
akkad bakad bambe bo assi nabe pure sau
sau me laga dhaga chor nikal ke bhaga
dholak mili na baza

do bole do chhadiya kartab khub dikhaye
chhadiya kano umaithe bole nak dabaye
do bole do chhadiya kartab khub dikhaye
chhadiya kano maite bole nak dabaye
bolo kya ho bolo kya

chashma arey baba
akkad bakad bambe bo assi nabe pure sau
sau me laga dhaga chor nikal ke bhaga
dholak mili na baza

chhanpakaiya chhanpakaiya chhanpakaiya chandi
jiske aage sab nache hai kya raja kya bandhi
chhanpakaiya chhanpakaiya chhanpakaiya chandi
jiske aage sab nache hai kya raja kya bandhi
bolo kya arey bolo kya

rupaiya arey waha waha
akkad bakad bambe bo assi nabe pure sau
sau me laga dhaga chor nikal ke bhaga
dholak mili na baza
muh se nikli boli dur talak pahunchaye
khud muh se na bole sabka hal sunaye
muhe se nikli boli dur talak pahunchaye
khud muhe se na bole sabka hal sunaye
bolo kya arey bolo kya

five sevan eight nine four two
telephone arey telephone
akkad bakad bambe bo assi nabe pure sau
sau me laga dhaga chor nikal ke bhaga
dholak mili na baza

One, two, Bombay's blue, eighty, ninety, hundred true,
A thread spun in the hundred, the thief slips through,
The drum, the song, forever new.

One, two, Bombay's blue, eighty, ninety, hundred true,
A thread spun in the hundred, the thief slips through,
The drum, the song, forever new.

Two voices speak, two sticks perform their art,
Twisting ears, words caught in the heart,
Two voices speak, two sticks perform their art,
Twisting ears, words caught in the heart,
Tell me, tell me, what?

Spectacles, oh, what a start!
One, two, Bombay's blue, eighty, ninety, hundred true,
A thread spun in the hundred, the thief slips through,
The drum, the song, forever new.

Silver bells, silver bells, chime and gleam,
Before their dance, all bow, it would seem,
Silver bells, silver bells, chime and gleam,
Before their dance, all bow, it would seem,
Tell me, tell me, what?

A coin, ah, the dream!
One, two, Bombay's blue, eighty, ninety, hundred true,
A thread spun in the hundred, the thief slips through,
The drum, the song, forever new.

From the mouth, a word, travels far and wide,
It tells of others, but itself, it hides,
From the mouth, a word, travels far and wide,
It tells of others, but itself, it hides,
Tell me, oh tell me, what?

Five, seven, eight, nine, four, two,
Telephone, a world anew!
One, two, Bombay's blue, eighty, ninety, hundred true,
A thread spun in the hundred, the thief slips through,
The drum, the song, forever new.