iski maa bhai kiski maa
iski maa agar isse pait mein hi maar deti maar deti
to bihar mein akaal na hota akaal na hota
orissa mein orissa mein baad na hoti baad na hoti
maa perplex thi perplex thi
baap complex tha complex tha complex tha
arrey radio ke zamaane ka ye pehla
multiplex tha multiplex tha

paida hua ye jis din paida hua
paida hua ye jis din paida hua
paida hua ye jis din paida hua
is ke baap ne gaon mein ladoo batwaya
is ke baap ne gaon mein ladoo batwaya
wo aakhri din tha jab isske gaon mein
kisi ne kuch khaya
kisi ne kuch khaya kisi ne kuch khaya
paida karte iski maa zor se jo chilai
leke ashokchakra sarkar daudi daudi aayi

doctor ne baap ko side mein le jaake daanta
doctor ne baap ko side mein le jaake daanta
bola kahan se layi yeh gastronomical jwarbhata
bola kahan se layi yeh gastronomical jwarbhata
darzi ne bola inchi tape apne bagal mein chaape
darzi ne bola inchi tape apne bagal mein chaape
kamar to naapte magar hum kamra kaise naape
kamar to naapte magar hum kamra kaise naape
hoo pathar ke paalne mein jab yeh leta rota tha
pathar ke paalne mein jab yeh leta rota tha
sara gaon iske baap ke aasuon se bartan dhota tha
bartan bartan bartan dhota tha

gusse mein isska baap oho parliament gaya aaha
bola nirodh kyun late invent kiya oho invent kiya
har baal ki khaal ki yeh chaal bhi kha jaaye
iske haath padh jaaye to mahiney saal bhi kha jaaye
kisi behal ka bacha jo haal behaal kha jaaye
bemaut marte mann ka yeh malaal kha jaaye
lalu kalaal kha jaaye naxal baari ki naal kha jaaye
bachpan ka dhamaal kha jaaye budhape ki shaal kha jaye
haya to chodo baheya ki chaal bhi kha jaaye
agar parosa ja sake to khayal bhi kha jaaye

butter chiken butter chiken
hoo ladoo gopal hai poora chopal hai
khada toki tarsi baitha bhopal hai
baitha bhopal hai bhai baitha bhopal hai
bhopal bhopal baitha bhopal hai
iski jo baat hai khansabo ko daad hai
baap murdabad beta muradabad hai
iski jo baat hai khansabo ko daad hai
baap murdabad beta muradabad hai
baap murdabad beta muradabad hai

hey isski jo dakaar hai bhopu bhi bekar hai
gud gud iske pait ki pait ki sarkar hai
vote do bhai vote do poora hi phod do
iska jo size hai iski maa ka pyaar hai
hajam kiya iss ne apne baap ka karobaar hai
baap ka karobaar apne baap ka karobaar hai

chirken ka muse hai paryavaran hi lose hai
udne na dena isse dooms day ka fuse hai
dooms day ka fuse hai bhai dooms day ka fuse doom
dooms day ka fuse dooms day ka fuse hai
khachua bhi isse faster motumaster
gas ka plaster motumaster
hai naak bandh phaatkar motumaster
chod baant baant kar motumaster
yeh motumaster hai total disaster
total diaster hai motumaster
motumaster chal daaro paas kar chup be bastard

Whose mother, brother, whose mother?
If his mother had killed him in the womb,
Bihar would not have known famine, no famine.
Orissa would not have drowned, no drowning.
His mother, perplexed, perplexed.
His father, complexed, complexed, complexed.
Oh, this was the first,
multiplex of the radio age, multiplex.

The day he was born, the day he was born,
His father distributed sweets in the village.
That was the last day
anyone in his village ate anything.
Anyone ate anything, anyone ate anything.
When his mother screamed in labor,
the government rushed in, bearing an Ashok Chakra.

The doctor took the father aside and scolded him,
said, where did you find this gastronomical tide?
The tailor said, press the measuring tape to your side,
we can measure the waist, but how do we measure the room?
When he lay weeping in a stone cradle,
when he lay weeping in a stone cradle,
the whole village washed their dishes
with the tears of his father, dishes, dishes.

In anger, his father, oh, went to parliament, ah!
Said, why was Nirodh invented so late, oh, invented so late?
He would devour the skin of every hair, the bark of every tree,
If he got his hands on it, he would devour months and years.
A child of the wretched, devouring the wretched's plight,
Devouring the lament of a soul dying without death,
Devouring Lalu's liquor, devouring Naxalbari's drain,
Devouring the childhood's revelry, devouring the shawl of old age,
Forget modesty, he would even devour the shameless's gait,
If served, he would even devour thoughts.

Butter chicken, butter chicken.
He is Ladoo Gopal, a whole gathering,
Standing in Tokyo, Bhopal is waiting.
Bhopal is waiting, brother, Bhopal is waiting.
Bhopal, Bhopal, Bhopal is waiting.
His words are praised by the Khans,
Father, may you fail, son, you are Moradabad.
His words are praised by the Khans,
Father, may you fail, son, you are Moradabad.

His burp, a megaphone is useless.
His stomach is a government, a government.
Vote, brothers, vote, tear it all apart.
His size is his mother’s love.
He digested his father’s business.
His father’s business, his father’s business.

Chicken's muse, the environment is loose,
Do not let him fly, he is the doomsday fuse.
Doomsday fuse, brother, doomsday fuse, doom.
Doomsday fuse, doomsday fuse.
Even a tortoise is faster, Motu master.
Gas plaster, Motu master.
Nose blocked, bursting, Motu master.
Release and divide, Motu master.
He is a Motu master, a total disaster.
Total disaster is Motu master.
Motu master, pass the booze, shut up, you bastard.