let me tell you the story of
mr sutro sutro sutro one two three start
subeh utha khola akhbar
parh ke khabar hile bhejey ke taar
kal ik bhashan mein jana
parha yaar bor hokar aankhe
band huyi ik baar
do minute ki jhapki ki photos
lagh gayin char baba pee key out
aisey chhapa samachar

chhapa samachar chapah chapah samachar
chhapa samachar chapah chapah samachar
jab samachaar ka writer dhundha yaar
saloh nein likha tha sutroh ke anusar
sala mr sutroh kon he ye yaar
kon he jo banata hey rayi ka paharh
ek bolah headline me das hou geya
baba bolta hai abhi bas hou geya

aah yeah yeah abhi bas ho geya
jo bhi limelight me ae
wo sutroh keh side me ae
kon sa bakra kab katega kab houga
shamil wo sutroh ki diet me ae
chapi jiski khabar bani usaki kabar
kisi highcourt ka usako nayin dar

loop mein ghumah ke ik jhuth baar baar
baar baar baar baar
lup me ghumah ke ik jhuth baar baar
sachhayi ka deya usne pishhwarha phad
jhuth itna dohrayea kek sach hou geya
baba bolta hai abhi bas hou geya
baba bolta hai abhi bas hou geya
baba bolta hai abhi bas bas bas

then one day maine pakda ik reporter ko
bolah sambhal apney sutro ko
tera bhi to houga sala ghar pariwar
mujhey bhi to chain se jineh de na yaar please
sala tension me jita hun oo
car me rauta hun rauta hun
nind ki gouli kha ke bhi ee

ik pahl na sota hun
ye sun ke pata hai reporter keya bolah
keya bolah wo ho ho i am so sorry
i am so sorry mai khush huva
bolah chalu end of story
i am so sorry i am so sorry
mai khush huva chalu end of story

but salah phir agley din
subeh utha khola akhbar
padhke khabar hile bheje ke taar
reporter nahi kiya chamatkar
pata he ke ya chhapa es baar
nind ki goliya kha ke hazar
baba attempts suicide in the car
breaking news

baba attempts suicide in the car
ha ha isaki maan ki
jab samachar kah writer dhundha yaar
fir se likha tha sutroh ke anusar
nangayi ki sale tune hadh kar di paar
jitey ji foto pey charha deya haar
achi khasi life ka circus hou geya

baba bolta hai abhi bas ho gaya
ek bolah headline me das ho geya
baba bolta hai abhi bas ho gaya
jhuth itna dohraye ke sach ho geya
baba bolta hai abhi bas ho geya
achi khasi life ka circus ho geya
baba bolta hai abhi bas ho geya
baba bolta hai abhi bas ho geya
baba bolta hai abhi bas ho geya

Let me spin the yarn of
Mister Sources, Sources, Sources, on two, three, start.
Sunrise, the paper unfurls,
Newsprint shatters the mind's whirl.
Tomorrow, a speech to attend,
Boredom's grip, eyes descend.
A two-minute slumber's frame,
Four Babas, pictured, fueled by flame.
So the news, it proclaimed.

The news, it proclaimed, proclaimed, proclaimed.
When the news' author, I sought,
Years ago, "Sources say," it was wrought.
Damn, who is this Mister Sources?
Who builds mountains of opinions, of courses?
One, a headline, grew tenfold,
Baba sighed, "Enough, let it be told."

"Enough, yeah, yeah, enough now,"
Whoever basks in the limelight's bow,
Is beside Sources, they side by side, somehow.
Which goat will be butchered, when will they dine,
In Sources' domain, their fates align?
Whose news is printed, becomes their tomb,
No High Court's fear, dispelling the gloom.

Looping a lie, again and again,
Again, again, again and again,
Looping a lie, again and again,
Truth's rear end, brutally torn and then,
The lie so often repeated, it became true,
Baba sighed, "Enough, it's overdue."

Then, one day, I caught a reporter,
Said, "Control your sources, you're the supporter."
"Don't you have a home and a family too?
Let me live in peace, it's what I want to do."
"I live in tension, oh, I do,"
"I weep in my car, it's true, true, true,"
"With sleeping pills, I take my due,
And yet, not a moment's slumber, through and through."

You know what the reporter then said?
What he said, oh, ho, ho, "I'm so sorry instead."
"I'm so sorry," I found glee,
Said, "Let's end this story!"
"I'm so sorry, I'm so sorry."
I rejoiced, "Let's end this story!"

But the next day,
Sunrise, the paper unfurls,
Newsprint shattered the mind's whirl.
The reporter, he'd performed a feat,
You know what was printed, it's bittersweet.
"Sleeping pills, a thousand consumed,
Baba attempts suicide, consumed!"
Breaking news, proclaimed.

Baba attempts suicide in the car!
Ha, ha, ha, to hell with their star!
When the news' author, I sought,
Years ago, "Sources say," it was wrought.
You've stripped us bare, gone too far,
Life's garland placed upon my photograph,
My decent life, a circus begun.

Baba sighed, "Enough, let it be gone."
One, a headline, grew tenfold,
Baba sighed, "Enough, let it be told."
The lie so often repeated, it became true,
Baba sighed, "Enough, it's overdue."
My decent life, a circus begun.
Baba sighed, "Enough, let it be done."