election me malik ke ladke khade hai
are inhe kam na samajho ye khud bhi bade hai
inke siva vote ka ka hakdar kaun hai
inse lade chunaav vo gaddar kaun hai
ab chahe kisi se pyaar karo inko vote do
ab chahe kisi se pyaar karo inko vote do
vadon ka aitbaar karo inko vote do
ab chahe kisi se pyaar karo inko vote do
ab chahe kisi se pyaar karo inko vote do
vote for baap ka laal vote for baap ka laal

is shehar bhar me jitne hai akhbar inke hai
kale safed saikado vayapar inke hai
sab haspatal inke hai bimar inke hai
parnaam lakh baar karo inko vote do
vado ka aitbaar karo inko vote do
ab chahe kisi se pyaar karo inko vote do
daliy dba roj naam sa pila pacha
aise saput ab hai kaha apne desh me
ek yahi to hai
aise saput ab hai kaha apne desh me
bhagwan aa gaye hai insaa ke besh me
chanda diya inhone freedam ke kes me
sab inki jai jai kar karo inko vote do
vado ka aitbaar karo inko vote do
ab chahe kisi se pyaar karo inko vote do

har chese inki dass hai harsh gulam hai
are chandi ka jhuta inke pass hai
har chees inki dass hai harsh gulam hai
jinda inhi ke dham se sarfat ka kam hai
are kuch to khyale yaar karo inko vote do
vado ka aitbaar karo inko vote do
vado ka vado ka vado ka
vado ka vado ka vado ka
vado ka aitbaar
vado ka aitbaar karo inko vote do
ab chahe kisi se pyaar karo inko vote do
ab chahe kisi se pyaar karo inko vote do
vote for baap ka laal vote for baap ka laal

The master's sons stand in the election's fray,
Do not belittle them, for they are grand, they say.
Who else deserves the vote, who else is true?
Who'd dare to fight them? A traitor, through and through.
Love whom you may, their vote you must adore,
Love whom you may, their vote forevermore.
Trust in their promises, to them your vote bestow,
Love whom you may, their vote you must bestow,
Love whom you may, their vote forever flow.
Vote for the father's son, the father's heir,
Vote for the father's son, beyond compare.

All the city's papers, they are theirs to claim,
Hundreds of black and white trades bear their name.
Hospitals all theirs, and sickness too they hold,
Bow down a million times, their story told.
Trust in their promises, to them your vote is due,
Love whom you may, their vote forever true.
Daily the press, a yellowed plea they sign,
Where are such heroes in this land of mine?
Only these stand, the chosen and the bold,
Where are such heroes, a story to be told?
Gods have descended, in human form they gleam,
Freedom's case, they funded, a glorious dream.
Praise them in chorus, your vote to them impart,
Trust in their promises, and give them your heart,
Love whom you may, their vote is a work of art.

All things are their slaves, and joy, in their control,
Silver shoes they own, to make the spirit whole.
All things are their slaves, and joy in their command,
By their breath alone, decency will stand.
Care and consider, their vote you must embrace,
Trust in their promises, and find your place,
Promises, promises, promises they make,
Promises, promises, for goodness sake,
Trust in promises, their will to take.
Love whom you may, their vote you must revere,
Love whom you may, their vote is ever near.
Vote for the father's son, the father's heir,
Vote for the father's son, beyond compare.