mere papa ka ghussa
ayya mere papa ko ghussa jab aata hai
darke maare tv aur kapaat hil jaata hai
ayya mere papa ko ghussa jab aata hai
darke maare tv ko aur kapaat hil jaata hai
papa ka ghussa kaisa hai dharasingh jaisa
dekho dekho dekho dekho
ayya tere papa ko ghussa jab aata hai
darke maare tv aur kapaat hil jaata hai
papa ka ghussa kaisa hai dharasingh jaisa
dekho dekho dekho dekho
ayya tere papa ko ghussa jab aata hai

jaldi savere main uthti hu, kya kya gulami karti hu
socho socho socho socho
jaldi savere main uthti hu, kya kya gulami karti hu
socho socho socho socho
in ko uthake chaay banake main
kapde saare dhoti hu main nashta deti hu
pure ghar ka bojh apne sar pe main leti hu
tumhe bhi main sambhaalu, inhe bhi main sambhaalu
kaise bolo, bolo bolo
ayya tere papa ko ghussa jab aata hai
mere papa ka ghussa

main hu pulice me choro ka pichha dinbhar main karta hu
aage pichhe daudu bhaagu
main hu pulice me choro ka pichha dinbhar main karta hu
aage pichhe daudu bhaagu
meri majburi koi nahi samajhe yaha
main bhi ghar mein cockroj aur chuho se ladhti hu
saara din inke main pichhe palti hu
kitne the mere pichhe lekin shaadi se pehle
main hu main hu boss ghar ki
ayya mere papa ko ghussa jab aata hai
darke maare tv aur kapaat hil jaata hai
papa ka ghussa kaisa hai dharasingh jaisa
dekho dekho dekho dekho
dekho dekho dekho dekho
mere papa ka ghussa

When Father's anger flares,
The world trembles, a silent fright.
The TV quakes, the cabinets sway,
As shadows lengthen in the light.
His rage, a wrestler's mighty form,
A storm that rages, fierce and bold.
Observe, observe the brewing storm,
A story centuries old.

Before the dawn, my weary feet,
Begin a dance of endless toil.
Consider, think on all I do,
To feed the fire, to enrich the soil.
Wake them, brew their morning tea,
Wash the clothes, and set the spread.
The weight of home, it falls on me,
I carry burdens, overhead.
You, and them, I must embrace,
A whisper lost in the echoing space.
Oh, when Father's anger flares,
A silent tremor shakes the air.

I chase the thieves, the villains flee,
A policeman's life, a tireless quest.
Forward I run, relentlessly,
Put to the daily tests.
My plight, misunderstood by all,
A silent battle I must face.
With cockroaches and rodents, I stand tall,
A constant struggle, in this place.
So many suitors, lined the way,
But before the altar, I was queen,
I am the boss of this home to stay,
My Father's wrath, a fearsome scene.
The TV quakes, the cabinets sway,
His rage, a wrestler's mighty form.
Observe, observe, what will they say?
My Father's anger, the gathering storm.