aa... aa...
na badla main
na badla woh
na badla tu...
agar kuch badla hai to sirf
kambakht ye waqt hai badla
pehle tha kabooter ab twitter
pehle thi book ab hai facebook
pehle tha telegram ab hai instagram
pehle thi jaadu ki jhappi
ab hai video call pe <3* pappi
yehi sochkar pichla aur agla
maine gaane ka hook rakh diya...

badla badla badla
badla badla badla...
tu bata raincoat ke langot
thakur ko gabbar se lena tha kya
baahubali ko bhallal dev se lena tha kya
osama ko obama se lena tha kya
karan arjun ki maa ko rana se lena tha kya

badla badla badla
badla badla badla...
us ke election ke baad
donald trump white house mein aaya
toh sabne bola eh ke hoya bhaya
naam se donald trump
aur harkat se donald duck nazar aaya
toh maine kaha woh donald duck hi hai
usne apna naam...

badla badla badla
badla badla badla...
sone ke liye gadla gadla
bajane ke liye tabla tabla
dushman ke liye hamla hamla
aur wig ke liye takla takla
aalu ke liye ragda ragda
aur intekaam ke liye...
badla badla badla
badla badla badla...

I have not changed, nor have you, nor they,
Only this wretched time has shifted its way.
Once, a dove, now a Twitter feed's display.
A book transformed to Facebook's sway.
From telegram, Instagram's new array.
A magical embrace, a tender hold,
Now a video call where kisses unfold.
Contemplating then, and now, the same,
I crafted this song's persistent claim:
Changed, changed, changed, changed, the world's refrain,
Changed, changed, changed, driving us insane.
Changed, changed, changed, a relentless chain,
Changed, changed, changed, again and again.

Tell me, did raincoats need to avenge,
Did Thakur have to settle with Gabbar's venge?
Did Baahubali seek retribution's edge?
Did Osama's fate with Obama converge?
Did Karna's mother seek the Rana's pledge?
Changed, changed, changed, the cycle never ceased,
Changed, changed, changed, where battles are released.

After the election's tumultuous fray,
When Donald Trump entered the White House's sway,
All cried, "What's happening, what do we say?"
With the name of Trump, in a Trump-like way,
The same Donald Trump, in full display.
And so I said, "It is Trump, the same."
Though his name has changed, again and again.
For slumber, the murky and the dim,
For rhythm, the tabla's vibrant hymn,
For foes, the relentless, fierce, and grim,
For wigs, a bald crown's cruel whim.
For the potato, the ragda's spice,
For vengeance, the ultimate price.