are bhai or mat pio or mat pio
daru pine se hota hai lever kharab
kaisa leaver kaisa fever are fever ki aisi ki taisi
le aao ek or letar are bhai mat pio or mat pio
daru kharab hai daru kharab hai are bhai kon kahta hai
daru kharab hai tera dimag kharab

diwane ho jate jo na milti sharab
milti sharab kon kahta hai ye daru kharab
daru kharab daru kharab daru kharab daru kharab

band hue jinke liye khushiyo ke raste khushiyo ke raste
maykhane khole gaye unke hi waste unke hi waste
band hue jinke liye khushiyo ke raste
maykhane khole gaye unke hi waste
unke hi waste aunty ki daru ka aunty ki daru ka
nahi hai jawab nahi hai jawab
kon kahta hai ke daru kharab daru kharab daru kharab
daru kharab daru kharab diwane ho jate jo na
milti sharab milti sharab kon kahta hai ye daru kharab
daru kharab daru kharab daru kharab daru kharab

choti si nokri kisi ne na dilayi kisi ne na dilayi
college ki padhai na digri kam aayi na digri kam aayi
choti si nokri kisi ne na dilai
college ki padhai na digri kam aayi
na digri kam aayi botal me dub gaye
botal me dub gaye apne sare khwab apne sare khwab
kon kahta hai ye daru kharab daru kharab daru kharab
daru kharab daru kharab diwane ho jate jo na
milti sharab milti sharab kon kahta hai ye daru kharab
daru kharab daru kharab daru kharab daru kharab

Brother, cease the drink, the endless pour,
For liver's ruin is the promise it bore.
What care for liver, fever's burning sting?
Bring forth another liter, let the madness sing!
Brother, cease the drink, the whispered lie,
That liquor's poison, as the sober cry.
Who dares to claim the spirit's a disgrace?
Your clouded mind, that's the poisoned space.

Those lost to reason, yearning for release,
If liquor vanished, where would joy find peace?
If liquor's found, who dares to call it ill?
The spirit's song, the glass forever fill!
The spirit's foul, the spirit's siren call...

For those whose paths to laughter were denied,
For them alone, the taverns open wide.
For those whose paths to laughter were denied,
The taverns rise, where sorrows can reside.
Where sorrows linger, Auntie's liquor's grace,
A world of wonder, no one can replace.
Who dares to claim the spirit's a disgrace?
The spirit's foul, the spirit's siren call...

The humble job, a hand that never came,
The college scrolls, a useless, fading name.
The humble job, a hand that never came,
The college scrolls, consumed by bitter flame.
Consumed by flame, in bottles we then drown,
Our shattered dreams, scattered on the ground.
Who dares to claim the spirit's a disgrace?
The spirit's foul, the spirit's siren call...
If liquor vanished, where would joy find peace?
If liquor's found, who dares to call it ill?
The spirit's song, the glass forever fill!
The spirit's foul, the spirit's siren call...