meharban kadardan sahiban jo log chori
karte hain seena jori karte hain
topi pehan ke dhoka dete hain aur paisa lekar jaan lete hain
unse to bhala mera bandar hain jo apna
aur apne ustado ka pet bharta hain
aur chain ki jindagi basar karta hain
to bachha log bajao mere bandar ke nam pe tali

bade kam ka bandar bade kam ka bandar
mare to dharmindar hey nache to jitendar roye to rajendar
gaur se dekho har hero ki khubi iske andar
jo de uska bhi bhala jo na de uska bhi bhala
jo de uska bhi bhala jo na de uska bhi bhala
jo de uska bhi bhala jo na de uska bhi bhala
jo de uska bhi bhala jo na de uska bhi bhala
bade kam ka bandar bade kam ka bandar
mare to dharmindar hey nache to jitendar roye to rajendar
gaur se dekho har hero ki khubi iske andar

tawiz bandar ke sat bal ka tawiz
ek bal seer ka ek eyebrow ka ek moochh ka ek dadi ka
ek chhati ka ek pet ka ek gate ka baki idhar udhar ka hai
magar bunnu munnu
public ke dil mein sawal aata hain kya aata hain
yeh tawiz kis kis kam aata hain abhi batata hain
jo ladki se sharmata hain shadi se ghabrata hain
joru samne aate hi sar jiska jhuk jata hain
mera yeh tawiz pehenkar jawan mard ban jata hain

bhuk yeh jagata hain nind yeh badhata hain
dard ye mitata hai kaam ye banata hai
naukri dilata hain lottery lagata hain
achhe numbaro se bachha pas ho jata hain
aata hai kitne kam ek rupaya hain dam
woh bhi mehangaayi badh jane ki wajah se warna
aathana tha na munnu ha bunnu
jo le uska bhi bhala jo na le uska bhi bhala
jo le uska bhi bhala jo na le uska bhi bhala
jo le uska bhi bhala jo na le uska bhi bhala
jo le uska bhi bhala jo na le uska bhi bhala
bade kam ka bandar bade kam ka bandar
mare to dharmindar hey nache to jitendar roye to rajendar
gaur se dekho har hero ki khubi iske andar

bunnu munnu
humne duniya ko tawiz diya diya
magar bandar ne hamare liye kya kiya kya kiya
bap ne hume ghar se nikala nikala band kiya kismat ka tala tala
chhin liya muh se niwala niwala ban ke bap bandar ne pala pala
ab bolo bachho bandar achha ke bap achha bandar
laut chalo ghar ladlo laut chalo ghar ladlo binti meri man lo
tum hi meri aankhon ke tare tum hi ho jeene ke sahare
hal-e-dil mera jan lo laut chalo ghar ladlo laut chalo ghar ladlo

ghar ki khidkiyan tumhe pukare dhundh rahi tumko deewarein
kaha gayi mere ghar ki baharen
izzat na neelam karo laut chalo mere ladlo laut chalo mere ladlo
toda nahi tala hain daka nahi dala hain
chori nahi ki hain mehnat se kamaya hain
dhanda yeh jamaya hain mushkil se kuch paya hain
jeena hamko aaya hai hai aaya hai
hai hai munnu zara dhund toh re surr kaunsa tha re ha
jo le uska bhi bhala jo na le uska bhi bhala
jo le uska bhi bhala jo na le uska bhi bhala
bapu tere pyar se bhar aya mera bhi gala
bapu tere pyar se bhar aya mera bhi gala
achcha hain jo man gaye warna toh cut jata gala
achcha hain jo man gaye warna toh cut jata gala

Esteemed patrons, listen closely, for those who steal,
Who brazenly deceive, their true selves conceal.
They don a disguise, a deceptive guise,
Then take your lifeblood, before your very eyes.
My monkey, in contrast, a far better friend,
Fills his own belly, and his masters' to the end.
He lives a life of peace, devoid of all strife,
So children, applaud, for my monkey's life!

A monkey of value, a monkey so grand,
He fights like Dharmendra, dances like Jitender's hand.
He weeps like Rajinder, a heart on display,
Observe, for each hero's essence, he holds in sway.
To those who give, may blessings descend,
To those who withhold, may their fortunes transcend.
To those who give, may blessings descend,
To those who withhold, may their fortunes transcend.
To those who give, may blessings descend,
To those who withhold, may their fortunes transcend.
To those who give, may blessings descend,
To those who withhold, may their fortunes transcend.
A monkey of value, a monkey so grand,
He fights like Dharmendra, dances like Jitender's hand.
He weeps like Rajinder, a heart on display,
Observe, for each hero's essence, he holds in sway.

A talisman forged from seven hairs, you see,
One from the head, for all the world to be free.
One from an eyebrow, a cunning design,
One from a mustache, a power divine.
One from a beard, a wisdom untold,
One from the chest, a story of old.
One from the belly, strength in its core,
One from the gate, and others galore.
But Bunnu, Munnu, a question does rise,
In the hearts of the public, reflected in their eyes:
What miracles does this talisman hold?
Let me now unveil, as the story unfolds.
For the shy young maiden, for marriage's dread,
For the husband whose head bows, at the words she has said,
My talisman worn, a man of courage he'll be,
A warrior reborn, for all the world to see!

It awakens your hunger, it deepens your sleep,
It vanquishes sorrow, the promises to keep.
It finds you employment, it brings you your prize,
It helps children pass, with shining eyes.
So many blessings, for the price of a dime,
Though inflation has risen, with the passage of time.
It used to be eight annas, Munnu, ah Bunnu,
To those who give, may blessings descend,
To those who withhold, may their fortunes transcend.
To those who give, may blessings descend,
To those who withhold, may their fortunes transcend.
To those who give, may blessings descend,
To those who withhold, may their fortunes transcend.
To those who give, may blessings descend,
To those who withhold, may their fortunes transcend.
A monkey of value, a monkey so grand,
He fights like Dharmendra, dances like Jitender's hand.
He weeps like Rajinder, a heart on display,
Observe, for each hero's essence, he holds in sway.

Bunnu, Munnu,
We've shared talismans with the world and all.
But what has the monkey done, to answer our call?
The father cast us out, with a cruel decree,
He sealed the lock on our destiny.
He snatched the food from our very mouth,
But the father-monkey, nurtured us from the South.
Now children, tell me, who is better, pray?
The monkey or the father, come what may?
Return home, dear children, return without delay,
Please heed my plea, come what may!
You are the stars in my eyes, my reason to be,
You are the anchors of my life, you see.
Understand my heart, don't delay,
Return home, dear children, come what may!

The windows of home, they call out your name,
The walls search for you, in sorrow and shame.
Where have gone the joys of my home?
Do not tarnish your honor, return now, roam!
Return home, my beloved, return home, roam!
The lock was not broken, no theft did we see,
No robbery committed, we worked to be free.
This business we built, with effort and might,
We've learned how to live, with all of our light.
Hey, Munnu, find the tune, can you recall?
To those who give, may blessings descend,
To those who withhold, may their fortunes transcend.
To those who give, may blessings descend,
To those who withhold, may their fortunes transcend.
Father, your love has filled my throat,
Father, your love has filled my throat.
It is good you've yielded, or your throat would be cut,
It is good you've yielded, or your throat would be cut.