ghar ke andar parda kare
bajaar me bepard hai
in se matalab na rakho ji
ye mard sar ke dard hai
ye mard sar ke dard hai
in se matalab na rakho ji
ye mard sar ke dard hai
ye mard sar ke dard hai

kehno ko hai prada nasi
rehti magar bepard hai
ye aaj kal ki ladkiya
ladko ke sar ki dard hai
ye aaj kal ki ladkiya
ladko ke sar ki dard hai
inke to lakho ho kabhi
jab kosti hai hisiya
auro ki parayi sekh par
aji dete dana dan sekhiya
aji dete dana dan sekhiya
seench dete hai raat bhar
din bhar awaragard hai
in se matalab na rakho ji
ye mard sar ke dard hai
ye mard sar ke dard hai
ye mard sar ke dard hai
ye mard sar ke dard hai
ye mard sar ke dard hai
in se matalab na rakho ji
ye mard sar ke dard hai
ye mard sar ke dard hai

aur inke dimago ko kabhi
jab kaatti hai chitiya
aankhe ldati aur se
aji humse dilati sitiya
aji humse dilati sitiya
aji humse dilati sitiya
aji humse dilati sitiya
to dekho ji hame kehti
awara gard hai
ye aaj kal ki ladkiya
ladko ke sar ki dard hai
ladko ke sar ki dard hai
ye aaj kal ki ladkiya
ye aaj kal ki ladiya
ye aaj kal ki ladiya
ladko ke sar ki dard hai
ye aaj kal ki ladiya
ladko ke sar ki dard hai
ye aaj kal ki ladiya
ladko ke sar ki dard hai
ladko ke sar ki dard hai

jab se bichade baap se
sasural jane hum lage
ye to na jane gum lage
aji khana banane hum lage
aji khana banane hum lage
aji khana banane hum lage
ruswa sanam se ruthiyo
jalim dard dene wale
in se matalab na rakho ji
ye mard sar ke dard hai
ye mard sar ke dard hai
ye mard sar ke dard hai
ye mard sar ke dard hai
ye mard sar ke dard hai
in se matalab na
in se matalab na rakho ji
ye mard sar ke dard hai
ye mard sar ke dard hai

Veiled within walls, unveiled in the street's glare,
Keep distant, for these men are a headache to bear.
A headache they are, a constant, dull ache,
Keep distant, for these men your heart will break.
A headache they are, a constant, dull ache.

They claim modesty, yet their true selves are bare,
These modern girls, a burden beyond compare.
A burden they are, a weight on every head,
They curse and complain, a chorus of dread.
They judge and they lecture, with venomous ease,
Upon others' lives, they inflict their disease.
They sow their wild oats, through the dark of the night,
Then wander aimlessly, devoid of all light.
Keep distant, for these men are a headache to bear.
A headache they are, a constant, dull ache.
A headache they are, a constant, dull ache.
A headache they are, a constant, dull ache.
Keep distant, for these men your heart will break.
A headache they are, a constant, dull ache.

When ants infest their minds, a feverish plight,
They cast admiring glances, and fill us with fright.
They fill us with fright, a venomous art,
And then, to us, they coldly impart…
"You're a vagrant, a wanderer, lost in the day,
These modern girls, you'll find them a plague, a dismay."
A burden they are, a weight on every head.
A burden they are, a weight on every head.
A burden they are, a weight on every head.
These modern girls, you'll find them a plague, a dismay.
A burden they are, a weight on every head.
A burden they are, a weight on every head.

Since parting from my father, to in-law's I'm bound,
I knew sorrow, as a kitchen slave I was found.
In the kitchen, I'm bound, in the kitchen, I'm found,
Rude lover, they call me, giver of pain profound.
Keep distant, for these men are a headache to bear.
A headache they are, a constant, dull ache.
A headache they are, a constant, dull ache.
A headache they are, a constant, dull ache.
Keep distant, keep distant, do not despair.
For these men, a headache beyond compare.
A headache they are, a constant, dull ache.