chor chor ka shor machakar kare log badnaam
chor chor ka shor machakar kare log badnaam
kaun yahan par chor nahi hai sabaka hai yahi kam
wo karte hai arey chori chori
arey wo karte hain chori chori karu main khuleam
chori mera kam yaro chori mera kam
chori mera kam yaro chori mera kam

ek ne kar li man ki chori ek ne kar li dhan ki
dekho ek ne kar li man ki chori ek ne kar li dhan ki
dono ne karamaat dikha di apne apne pan ki
bin chori ke arey kam chale na
ye bin chori ke kam chale na mujhe na do ilzam
chori mera kam dekho chori mera kam
chori mera kam dekho chori mera kam

ye duniya badi vo hai na samjho isse tum anadi
ye duniya badi vo hai na samjho isse tum anadi
milte hi dekho moka khel khel ke rahega khiladi
ho karne wala arey kar jata hai
ho karne wala kar jata hai apna apna kam
chori mera kaam yaaro chori mera kaam yaaro
arey chori mera kam yaaro chori mera kam

andar rehkar maine socha chori bura hai kam
andar rehkar maine socha chori bura hai kam
bahar nikal kar maine dekha sabka yahi hai kam
ye bhi aise arey wo bhi aise
ye bhi aise wo bhi aise iske sabhi gulam
chori mera kaam dekho chori mera kaam
chori mera kaam dekho chori mera kaam

They cry "thief, thief," a chorus of blame,
They cry "thief, thief," a whisper of shame,
But who here is not stealing? It's all the same game.
They steal in the shadows, a covert embrace,
I steal in the sunlight, with freedom and grace.
Stealing's my purpose, my reason, my place,
Stealing's my purpose, my reason, my space.

One steals the heart, a clandestine art,
One steals the wealth, tearing worlds apart,
Both flaunt their prowess, playing a part.
Without stealing, no progress is found,
Without stealing, the cycle goes 'round,
So don't lay the blame, on the hallowed ground.
Stealing's my purpose, forever renowned,
Stealing's my purpose, on hallowed ground.

This world is vast, don't call it naive,
This world is grand, the true hearts believe,
Opportunity beckons, the clever ones weave.
The doer will do, the game they will play,
The doer will act, come what may,
They'll chase their ambition, come what may.
Stealing's my purpose, come what may,
Stealing's my purpose, come what may.

Confined, I thought stealing was wrong,
Confined, I thought where I didn't belong,
Then, stepping outside, I saw the throng.
They're all in the game, in their own disguise,
They're all in the game, before my eyes,
They're all its slaves, beneath the skies.
Stealing's my purpose, the ultimate prize,
Stealing's my purpose, before my eyes.