aurat mari toh mard ko
biwi nayi mil jayegi
par jo janam deke mari
wo maa kahan se aayegi
aaa aa aa
dunia me kiska baap hai
jo ghar ki barbadi kare
do do betiyaan jawan huyi
wo apni hi shadi kare
hamara aisa baap hai
hamara aisa baap hai

aakhir me shadi karne ka
bapu ji ne vada kiya
lakin maa ke marte hi
baapu ne humko dhoka diya
vada kiya dhoka diya
hai kaun wo bedardi
hardum humdardi ka dam bhare
do do betiyaan jawan huyi
wo apni hi sadhi kare
hamara aisa baap hai
hamara aisa baap hai

rote tadapte hum rhe
aur aahe bhar ke maa mari
sukhe bhi na the aanshu
ki bapu ji laye dusari
bapu ji laye dusari
bapu ji laye dusari
hai kaun jo budape me
mohbbat krne ko mare
do do betiyaan jawan huyi
wo apni hi sadhi kare
hamara aisa baap hai
hamara aisa baap hai

ab kya kre hum ladkiya
jawani me jaye kahan
jab baap hi bairi hai
to fir aasra kahe ka
jaye kahan aaye kahan
hai kaun wo insaan
jo bhagwaan se bhi na dare
do do betiyaan jawan hui
wo apni hi sadhi kare
hamara aisa baap hai
hamara aisa baap hai

A woman dies, a man may find
A new wife to ease his mind.
But she who gave you life's first breath,
A mother's love, beyond death.
Ah, ah, ah, ah...

In this world, whose father dares
To bring ruin to his own lairs?
Two daughters bloom, their youth in prime,
He'd wed them to his own crime?
Our father is such a man,
Our father is such a man.

To wed us off, our father swore,
But mother gone, he sought a whore.
He promised, then his promise broke,
Who is this heartless, cruel bloke?
He speaks of solace, comfort's guise,
Two daughters bloom, before his eyes,
He'd wed them to his own crime?
Our father is such a man,
Our father is such a man.

We wept and writhed in bitter pain,
As mother died, in wind and rain.
Tears still fresh upon our face,
Father brought another to this place.
Father brought another to this place.
Who in old age, would seek to claim,
Love's fleeting, burning, wicked flame?
Two daughters bloom, their youth in prime,
He'd wed them to his own crime?
Our father is such a man,
Our father is such a man.

What now for us, his daughters dear?
Where can we go, consumed by fear?
When father turns a foe to face,
Where is our hope, our resting place?
Where shall we go? Where shall we roam?
Who is this man, devoid of home?
He fears not God, nor heaven's grace,
Two daughters bloom, before his face,
He'd wed them to his own crime?
Our father is such a man,
Our father is such a man.