thodi thodi seena jori thodi thodi matha phodi
thoda action thoda jackson budda hoga tera bap
tode sare neeyam tode thode thode sar bhi phode
choohe banke jeevan daude buddah hoga tera baap

soch samajh ke zara samne tu aa
soch samajh ke zara tevar dikha
soch samajh ke zara question
pooch de doon na muthi se jawab
abe bbuddah hoga tera baap kitna hai suna kaha
mere bare mein yahan wahan
kehne wale aero ghero ne magar mujhko hai
jaan na kaha, aaha

seedhon se seedha sada luchon se
dedh zyada aaj kal ke kacche bachon ne
magar mujhpe hai, jaana kahan, aaha cool ho to kahte hain
cool ka main school hoon seekh lo sabak yaar
kaho toh main sikha doon janab buddah hoga tera baap

chillar pillar chirkut sare khitpit witpit karte hain
sher bane phirte hai lekin phir bhi mujhse darte hai
mujhsa hoga phir na koi there can be just one
samne aa jaun to you cannot run run run
you beter cannot run run run jitne maine dil hai tode
utne bhi hai sir bhi phode lakhon ko hai peeche chhod e
buddah hoga tera baap thodi thodi seena jori
thodi thodi matha phodi thoda action, thoda jackson
bbuddah hoga tera baap

A pinch of chest-puff, a touch of head-thump,
Action's a sliver, reaction a lump,
Old man's your father, a life's broken pump.

Some rules you've shattered, some heads you've cracked,
Mice in a race, your life's tracked,
Old man's your father, a future's exact.

Think and ponder before you appear,
Think and measure the doubt that you bear,
Think and question, I'll answer, my dear,
With a fist that will banish all fear.
"Old man's your father," how much have you heard?
Of whispers and rumors, each whispered word?
The strangers and gossips, they've never yet known,
The truth of my being, the seed that I've sown.

Simple with saints, a scoundrel with rogues,
One and a half more than these modern dopes,
But where have they seen, where have they been?
"Cool," they all murmur, this cool I define,
The school of cool, the lesson is mine,
If you ask, I will teach you, "Old man's your father," a sign.

Chitter and chatter, the small and the slight,
They bicker and squabble, they feign for a fight,
They posture as lions, yet tremble in fright.
There can be just one, there is no other,
Come face me directly, you cannot run, brother,
You better not run, run, run.
The hearts I have broken, the heads I have smashed,
The millions I've left in the dust and the ash,
Old man's your father, a life that has passed.
A pinch of chest-puff, a touch of head-thump,
Action's a sliver, reaction's a lump,
Old man's your father, your future is numb.