hum sarphire bigde huve nawaab hai
padh lo hume, hum to khuli kitaab hai
haddi bhi hum hai aur hum hi qabaab hai
hum pagal nahi hai bhaiya humara dimag kharab hai
hum pagal nahi hai bhaiya humara dimag kharaab hai

hume dekh ke uthta yahi sawaal hai
kaala hai daal me ya kaali daal hai
khote sabhi sikkon ki ye tanksaal hai
hum pagal nahi hai bhaiya
humara dimag kharab hai
hum pagal nahi hai bhaiya
humara dimag kharab hai

bade badnaam huve, bade mashhoor huve
apno se door huve, door huve, door huve
dil ke murder bhi huve
bade torture bhi huve
ghamon se choor huve, choor huve, choor huve

o bandhu re o bandhu re
o bandhu re tujhe mil ke mere ujde chaman me
khil gaya gulaab hai
hum pagal nahi hai bhaiya humara dimag kharab hai
hum pagal nahi hai bhaiya humara dimag kharab hai

osama ya obama hoga vascodigama
mujhe kuch yaad nahi, yaad nahi, yaad nahi
daali pe phool nahi ye meri bhool nahi
kyari main khaad nahi, khaad nahi, khaad nahi

o bandhu re o bandhu re
o bandhu re yahaan reh ke
mera bhi ho gaya dimag ye kharab hai
hum pagal nahi hai bhaiya
humara dimag kharab hai
hum pagal nahi hai bhaiya
humara dimag kharab hai

hum sarphire bigde huve nawaab hain
padh lo hume, hum to khuli kitaab hain
haddi bhi hum hain aur hum hi qabaab hain
hum pagal nahi hai bhaiya humara dimag kharab hain
hum pagal nahi hai bhaiya humara dimag kharab hai

We are mad lords, our spirits astray,
Read us, for we are an open day.
We are the bone, and the roasted sway,
We're not mad, brother, our minds just decay.
We're not mad, brother, our minds just decay.

A question arises when eyes meet us,
Is darkness within, or the darkness engulfs?
This is the mint of all coins that rust,
We're not mad, brother, our minds are in dust.
We're not mad, brother, our minds are in dust.

Greatly disgraced, yet greatly famed,
From loved ones estranged, and forever unclaimed.
Hearts were murdered, by shadows inflamed,
By sorrows consumed, our souls were maimed.

Oh friend, oh friend,
Oh friend, meeting you blooms in my garden,
A rose has now bloomed, no longer inflamed.
We're not mad, brother, our minds just decay.
We're not mad, brother, our minds just decay.

Osama or Obama, Vasco da Gama's shade,
I remember not, memory has decayed.
No flower on the branch, it's not my mistake,
No manure in the beds, for the roots to partake.

Oh friend, oh friend,
Oh friend, living here,
My mind, too, is now astray, and decayed.
We're not mad, brother, our minds are decayed.
We're not mad, brother, our minds are decayed.

We are mad lords, our spirits astray,
Read us, for we are an open day.
We are the bone, and the roasted sway,
We're not mad, brother, our minds just decay.
We're not mad, brother, our minds just decay.