kachhuye ko juta pehan ke
suit tie me ban than ke
bolo kabhi dekha hai, dekha hai
to aao dekho mujhe gaur se
me jo karta hun ulta padta hai
bheja sadta hai sad gaya
i am just pakaoed pichha dukhaoed
i am just pakaoed pichha dukhaoed
i am just pakaoed pichha dukhaoed
i am just pakaoed pichha dukhaoed

mehbuba mere ko chhod ke
dusre ka haath pakad ke chali gayi
le gayi, yeh gayi, wo gayi, tata kiya dur se
me woh bakra hun jo zinda kat ta hai
suli chadhta hai, chadh gaya
bambu lagaoed, kaccha chabaoed
i am just pakaoed pichha dukhaoed

aisi jawani pe lanat hai
daily jaha pe hajamat hai
banda hun ya pejama hun ye ye ye ye
i am just pakaoed pichha dukhaoed
i am just pakaoed pi pi pichha dukhaoed
pakaoed, dukhaoed, sadaoed, bajaoed
bhigake sokhaoed, ragdake ghisaoed
pighalake jamaoed, i am just pakaoed

A turtle in shoes,
Dressed in suit and tie, so prim,
Have you seen such a sight?
Come, gaze at me, with intent.
My world, it inverts,
My mind, it decays, rotting fast.
I am just a fried fritter, aching behind.
I am just a fried fritter, aching behind.
I am just a fried fritter, aching behind.
I am just a fried fritter, aching behind.

My beloved, she left me,
Took another's hand, walked away.
She's gone, they're gone, farewell waved from afar.
I'm the goat, slaughtered while still alive,
Upon the cross, I'm raised.
I am a bamboo, raw, I chew.
I am just a fried fritter, aching behind.

Cursed be this youth,
Where every day, a shave I endure.
Am I a man, or just pajamas?
I am just a fried fritter, aching behind.
I am just a fried fritter, aching, aching behind.
Fritter, aching, rotting, banging,
Soaking, drying, rubbing, grinding,
Melting, freezing, I am just a fritter.