kya soch rahi ho kuch soch rahi hu
tum kya soch rahe ho mai kuch soch raha hu
soch raha hu ladka ho mai naam rakhunga sanju
soch rahi hu ladki ho mai naam rakhungi manju
na ladka hoga dekho ji ladki hogi
dekho ji ladka hi hoga na na ladki hogi
soch rahi hu ladki ho mai naam rakhungi manju
soch raha hu ladka ho mai naam rakhunga sanju
na na ladki hogi ha ha ladka hoga
na na ladki hogi ha ji ladka hi hoga

jo ladki hoti hai bada wo roti hai
jo ladki hoti hai bada wo roti hai
na sone deti hai na wo khud soti hai
mai munni ke sath jagungi tum chup se so jana
roz akela soya to mai ho jaunga diwana
pehle ladka hoga pehle ladki hogi
nahi ji ladka hoga nahi ji ladki hogi

jo ladke hote hai bade jab hote
hai shararat se unki padosi rote hai
jo ladke hote hai bade jab hote
hai shararat se unki padosi rote hai
mai munne ka bap banuga tum munne ki amma
lekin kaon pukarega munne ko mere bhaiya
isiliye ladki hogi nahi ji ladka hoga
nahi ji ladki hogi nahi ji ladka hi hoga

na chedo chhodo ji na baiya marodo ji
gulabi aankho ko zara sa modo ji
na chedo chhodo ji na baiya marodo ji
gulabi aankho ko zara sa modo ji
khatam ladayi pyar shru ab baki rat hai thodi
acha to phir hone do ek sath manju sanju ki jodi
pehle ladki hogi phir ladka hoga
o pehle ladka hoga phir ladki hogi
pehle ladki pehle ladka pehle ladki pehle ladka
ladka ladka ladki ladki ladka ladki

You ponder, lost in thought, a silent sea,
And I, too, drift in reverie.

If a son, my Sanju, brave and bold,
If a daughter, Manju, stories to be told.

No, a daughter, eyes of gentle grace,
No, a son, to leave his mark on space.

If a daughter, Manju, a whispered name,
If a son, my Sanju, a burning flame.

No, a daughter's laughter, light and free,
Yes, a son, for all the world to see.

Daughters weep, a river's endless flow,
Daughters weep, and shadows come and go.
They steal your sleep, and theirs you cannot find,
I'll watch over Munni, leave your peace behind.
If you sleep alone, madness will be your plight,
First, a daughter's dawn, then a son's bright light.

Sons grow strong, their spirits ever near,
Their mischief echoes, silencing all fear.
Sons grow strong, a restless, vibrant tide,
Their pranks may make the neighbors softly chide.
I will be Munna's father, you his mother mild,
But who will call my son, my only child?
Therefore, a daughter's gentle hand,
No, a son, to walk the land.

Don't tease me so, release my arm so sweet,
Twist my rosy cheeks, the tears I meet.
Don't tease me so, let go, release,
Twist my cheeks, my tears increase.
The battle's done, love's tender kiss,
The night is short, seal it with this.
Let Manju and Sanju, hand in hand,
First a daughter, then a son, a promised land.

First a son, then a daughter's grace,
First a daughter, then a son's embrace.
Son, son, daughter, daughter, son, daughter.