thodi thodi sina chori jori thodi thodi matha dodi
thoda action thoda jaction bhuda hoga tera baap
tode sare niyam tode thode thode sar bhi fode
chuhe banke dushaman daude buddha hoha tera baap

soch samjh ke jara samne tu aa
soch samjhke jara tevar dikha
soch samjhke jara question puch
du du na muthi se javab
abe bhuda hoga tera baap
kitna hai suna kaha mere bare mein yaha waha
kahne wale auro ghero ne magar mujhko hai
jana kaha waha

sidho se shidha sada luchcho se dedh jyada
aaj kal ke kachche bachcho ne
magar mujhe pahchana kaha, aha
cool ho to kahte hai cool ka main school hui
sikh lo sabak yaar kaho to main dikha du janab
chillar-pillar-chirkut sare khipit vitpit karte hai
sher bane firte hai lekin fir bhi mujhse darte hai
mujhsa hoga fir na koi they can't be just one

samne aa jaau to
You better run run run run run
You better run run run run run
jitne maine dil hai tode utne bhi hai sar bhi fode
lakho ko hai piche chhode buddha hoha tera baap
thodi thodi sina chori jori thodi thodi matha dodi
thoda action thoda jaction bhuda hoga tera baap

A touch of defiance, a touch of the fray,
A sliver of action, a Jackson's display -
Your father, old age, he'll soon know the way.

You'll break every rule, and crack a few skulls,
Your enemies, like mice, in fear they'll pull.
Your father, old age, he'll feel the dull.

Think, reflect, then dare come forth to me,
Think, reflect, then show that face, you see.
Think, reflect, your questions, cautiously.
Or my fist will swiftly set you free.
Your father, old age, what will he be?

How much have you heard, in whispers and calls?
From gossips and whispers, within those walls.
But where I am going, no one truly knows, at all.

Straight with the honest, a devil with the sly,
These modern-day fledglings, flitting by.
But where I am going, they don't know the why.

Cool, they murmur, a school of cool I am,
Learn the lesson, friend, if you can, I say,
Chittering, chirping, the petty ones play,
Lions they pretend to be, yet scared of my way.
There will be none like me, there can't be just one.

If I appear, you'd best flee and run,
You'd better flee and run, run, run, run.
As many hearts as I shattered, as many skulls I've done,
I have left millions behind in the sun.
Your father, old age, his race is run.
A touch of defiance, a touch of the fray,
A sliver of action, a Jackson's display -
Your father, old age, he'll soon know the way.