chhotaa kad aur pet bada hai
paise wala seth khada hai
bolo seth kitanaa plate
maska maar ke

chhota kad aur pet bada hai
paise wala seth khada hai
isako hai khaane ka chaska
tava garam hai raghu maar de maska

chal bhidu chal mili rakam badi
chal bhidu chal mili rakam badi
are apni to nikal padi
are apni to nikal padi
apni to nikal padi apni to nikal padi

lakhapati aur karodapati honge apne naukar naukar
duniya ke saare bankon mein honge apne locker locker
ae khajur baap ki gaadi samajha kya
thasan kyu deta hai be khatare vale
ham to mercedeze rakhane vale hai
munh dekha hai kyaa aane mein
are hata savan ki ghata
ae bhau samajh ja sudhar ja
patali gali se nikal ja chal chal chal

are ye bangala kal apna hoga
ye gaadi kal apni hogi
ye hotal kal apana hoga
ye baadi kal apni hogi

chal bhidu chal mili rakam badi
chal bhidu chal mili rakam badi
are apni to nikal padi
are apni to nikal padi
apni to nikal padi apni to nikal padi

akkha india ki sundariya
line apun ko dengi dengi
mushkil mein pad jiyengi sala
dil apun kaa lengi lengi

are o shaane ke taane mor
ka nach murgi kya jaane
chal baaju hat dekh main jata hu abhi hat
micheal jackson ban jaaenge
disco karke dikhalaaenge
picture ke gaane ham gaaenge
five star mein khana khayenge
mili rakam badi

chal bhidu chal mili rakam badi
chal bhidu chal mili rakam badi
are apni to nikal padi
are apni to nikal padi
apni to nikal padi apni to nikal padi

A dwarf frame, a belly round and vast,
The wealthy Seth, his fortune cast.
"Seth, how many plates today?"
With buttered words, he paves the way.

A dwarf frame, a belly round and deep,
The moneyed Seth, his secrets keep.
He craves the feast, a hungry soul,
The griddle hot, the butter's role.

Come, friend, come! The riches now amassed,
Come, friend, come! Fortune holds us fast.
Our luck has turned, the die is cast!
Our luck has turned, the die is cast!
Our luck has turned, our luck has turned!

Millionaires and billionaires, our servants shall be,
All the world's banks, our private treasury.
Hey, you, son of a date palm, you think you're wise?
Why the attitude, you rickety old guise?
We're Mercedes owners, you see,
Have you looked in a mirror, you lowly decree?
Get out of the way, like the passing rain,
Hey, brother, understand, escape this lane!
Take the narrow path and flee!

This mansion, tomorrow, ours to claim,
This car, tomorrow, whispers our name.
This hotel, tomorrow, under our sway,
This garden, tomorrow, come what may!

Come, friend, come! The riches now amassed,
Come, friend, come! Fortune holds us fast.
Our luck has turned, the die is cast!
Our luck has turned, the die is cast!
Our luck has turned, our luck has turned!

All of India's beauties, in a line they'll stand,
For us they'll wait, at our command.
They'll fall for us, they'll lose their heart,
In our embrace, they'll play their part.

Hey, you peacock of swagger, with your boast,
What does a hen know of the host?
Step aside, watch me go, let me pass,
Michael Jackson we'll become, at long last!
We'll dance the disco, a vibrant display,
Singing film songs, come what may!
In five-star hotels, we'll dine with glee,
The riches amassed, for all to see!

Come, friend, come! The riches now amassed,
Come, friend, come! Fortune holds us fast.
Our luck has turned, the die is cast!
Our luck has turned, the die is cast!
Our luck has turned, our luck has turned!