gol maal hai bhayi sab gol maal hai
gol maal hai bhayi sab gol maal hai
are gol maal hai bhayi sab gol maal hai
har sidhe raste ki ek tedhi chaal hai
sidhe raste ki ek tedhi chaal hai
gol maal hai bhayi sab gol maal hai
gol maal gol maal hai
gol maal hai sab gol maal hai

bhukh roti ki ho to paisa kamaayiye
paisa kamaane ke liye bhi paisa chaahiye
maange se na mile to pasina bahaayiye
bahata hai jab pasina to rumaal chaahiye
ho gol maal hai bhayi sab gol maal hai
gol maal gol maal hai
gol maal hai bhayi sab gol maal hai
har sidhe raste ki ek tedhi chaal hai
sidhe raste ki ek tedhi chaal hai
gol maal hai bhayi sab gol maal hai
gol maal gol maal hai
gol maal hai sab gol maal hai

rumaal ban gaya bhi gar kamiz phaad kar
kamiz ke liye bhi to phir kapda chaahiye
are kapda kisi ne daan hi me de diya chalo
darzi ke paas jaa ke wo pahale silaayiye
ho gol maal hai bhayi sab gol maal hai
gol maal gol maal hai
gol maal hai bhayi sab gol maal hai
he he he he
har sidhe raste ki ek tedhi chaal hai
sidhe raste ki ek tedhi chaal hai
gol maal hai bhayi sab gol maal hai
gol maal gol maal gol maal gol
gol maal hai sab gol maal hai

bin sili kamiz pe to kuchh nahi liya
sili huyi kamiz pe silaayi chaahiye
silaayi dene ke liye phir paisa chaahiye
paisa kamaane ke liye phir paisa chaahiye
ho gol maal hai bhayi sab gol maal hai
gol maal gol maal
gol maal hai bhayi sab gol maal hai
he he he he
har sidhe raste ki ek tedhi chaal hai
sidhe raste ki ek tedhi chaal hai
gol maal hai bhayi sab gol maal hai
gol maal maal gol gol gol gol
gol maal hai sab gol maal hai
gol maal

A muddle reigns, a swirl of things, a tangled thread,
A muddle reigns, all spinning, words unsaid.
Oh, a muddle reigns, a chaos understood,
Each straightest path, a crooked neighborhood.
The straightest path, a winding, weary way,
A muddle reigns, at close of every day.
Muddle, muddle, in a ceaseless flow,
A muddle reigns, as all the shadows grow.

If hunger bites, then earn the coin that gleams,
To earn the coin, you need the coin it seems.
If asking fails, then let the sweat descend,
And as it flows, a handkerchief to lend.
Oh, a muddle reigns, a swirl of things, a tangled thread,
Muddle, muddle, the words remain unsaid.
A muddle reigns, a chaos understood,
Each straightest path, a crooked neighborhood.
The straightest path, a winding, weary way,
A muddle reigns, at close of every day.
Muddle, muddle, in a ceaseless flow,
A muddle reigns, as all the shadows grow.

If cloth is torn to wipe away the tears,
For cloth itself, the fabric disappears.
If cloth is gifted, freely, hand to hand,
Then to the tailor, let the threads expand.
Oh, a muddle reigns, a swirl of things, a tangled thread,
Muddle, muddle, the words remain unsaid.
A muddle reigns, a chaos understood,
Each straightest path, a crooked neighborhood.
The straightest path, a winding, weary way,
A muddle reigns, at close of every day.
Muddle, muddle, muddle, evermore,
A muddle reigns, behind each closing door.

Upon the plain, a garment yet unstitched,
For the stitched seams, a coin must be enriched.
To pay the stitch, the coin must still be found,
To find the coin, the cycle spins around.
Oh, a muddle reigns, a swirl of things, a tangled thread,
Muddle, muddle, the words remain unsaid.
A muddle reigns, a chaos understood,
Each straightest path, a crooked neighborhood.
The straightest path, a winding, weary way,
A muddle reigns, at close of every day.
Muddle, muddle, muddle, evermore,
A muddle reigns, behind each closing door.
Muddle.