up ke bihar ke mere friend khas friends
chhuk chhuk gadi mein baithe
raat ke baje the sade gyarah mujhe
uhu hu hu sardi lagi
maine bola yaar kunal mujhe de de ek shol
bola aane de bareli station lenge ek samaj gaya
no no no no no
chahiye na koi mujhe aisi waisi dish
kash mil jaati mujhe
garam garam chai garam garam chay
garam garam chai garam garam chay

bareli bhi nikal gaya par gadi ruki hi nahi
aaya phir gonda
jhankha bahar khidki se dekha panch chhokre
beche samose pede aur
maine bola ek de de mujhe
one pic hot hot pakode
rita ne bhi khaya neta ko bhi maza aaya
o man what chilly pakodas
mirchi lagi phir pani bhi piya
par pyas na bujhi gadi chalne mein
two four five mintes
aankhe meri khuli khuli dekha ek
chhota bachcha shor machaye chai chai chai
sun sun chhokre jaldi se hume de de
saat aath gilash
garam garam chai garam garam chay
garam garam chai garam garam chay

baju wale kaban mein do
chhote chhote bache jinke mammi dady the
labme chode hatte katte
chhota wala sunny jo dekhne mein tha funny
yaha daude isko pakde usko
chhede chhite maare
dont do that beta bada wala huny
jo sunny se bhi teny gaye old song
mere sapno ki raani kab aayegi tu
beeti jaaye zindagani kab aayegi tu
aayi rut mastani kab aayegi tu
chali aa chali aa chali aa
hey mom hey ded come on
du you want something to drink
a glass of milk ya pineaple juice
or palne water ya tamato juice
nahi nahi nahi naa milk naa juice
de do de do naa ye naa wo bas
garam garam chai garam garam chay
garam garam chai garam garam chay

all right
bablu ki demand hai shablu ki demand hai
pinku ki demand hai pintu ki demand hai
meri ye demand hai is ki ye demand hai
uski ye demand hai hum sabki ye demand hai
aapki kya demand hai
garam garam chai garam garam chay
garam garam chai garam garam chay
garam garam chai garam garam chay
garam garam chai garam garam chay

On the train, friends from UP, Bihar, close,
We huddled, the clock struck half-past eleven, frost.
"A shawl, Kunal," I shivered, "lend me a fold."
"At Bareilly station," he said, "we'll be bold."
No, no, no, no, no,
No dish of this or that,
Oh, how I wished
For warm tea, warm tea.

Bareilly passed, the train did not cease,
Then Gonda rose, the night brought no release.
I peered outside, saw five young lads with zeal,
Selling samosas, pakoras to appeal.
"One," I called, "a pakora, hot and bold!"
Rita ate, Neeta, stories to be told.
Oh men! What chili pakoras!
The spice, the fire, then water to appease,
But thirst remained as the train did not ease.
Two, four, five minutes,
My eyes then woke,
A small child cried out, "Tea! Tea!" he spoke.
"Hurry, lads, to us bring,
Seven, eight glasses, we sing
Of warm tea, warm tea."

Next, two little children, their parents near,
Tall, strong, robust, banishing all fear.
The small one, Sunny, a funny sight,
Chasing, teasing, with all his might.
The elder one, Honey, slender and slight,
Sang old songs, "My dream queen, when will you alight?
Life passes, when will you appear?
When will you come, oh my dear?"
"Come, come, come! Mom, Dad,
Do you want something to drink?"
A glass of milk, or pineapple juice,
Or plain water, or tomato juice?
"No, no, no, no milk, no juice,"
"Just give, just give, not this, not that,
But warm tea, warm tea."

Alright,
Bablu's demand, Shablu's plea,
Pinku's wish, Pintoo's decree,
My longing, their desire,
And all our hearts on fire.
What is your demand?
Warm tea, warm tea.