kahne wale kahte hai bhagwan ki duniya gol hai
ae ji hamne chakkar khake dekha badi dhol mein pol hai
bhag ki bhi bhagwan ne bhaiya ajab banai rekha
gadhe ko hathi par chadhkar halwa khate dekha
are jamana badal gaya hai mera seena dhadka
ae ji chhodke sadi paint pahan ke ladki ban gayi ladka
naak hai inki chinchapokli aankh aasansol hai

hamne chakkar khake
dekh lo ye shurviro ki khadi santaan hai
gaal hai chichake huye aur kamar jo hai wo tedhi kaman hai
aankh mein surma hai dale ye janane saab hai
jinda inke baap hai aur munche inki saaf hai
bade suhane lagte hai ye suno door ke dhol hai
hamne chakkar khake

dekh lo in aurato ki jinki do do chotiya
ghumti hai motro mein ham pakate rotiya
inke faisan ne hamara to deewala kar diya
bik gaye baratan hamare rah gayi langotiya
devi ji ne ghar garhsthi kar di danwandol hai
hamne chakkar khake

jab se murdo ne munda daali hai muchh aur dadhiya
tab se hamne bhi pahanni chhod di hai sadiya
galo par paudar aur lali jab lagaane tum lage
tab se ghar ko chhodkar daftar ko jane ham lage
ab to mauj karegi ham tum sab ka bistar gol hai
hamne chakkar khake

They say the world of God is a perfect sphere,
But I have spun, and found a hollow tear.
Fate’s line, the Lord has drawn with twisted hand,
I've seen the ass ride high, and feast in promised land.
The world has shifted, and my heart it skips a beat,
Leaving the sari, a boy in girl's attire, you meet.
Their nose, a pinched, closed bud, their eyes, a coal-town gleam,
We've spun the wheel, and seen a waking dream.

Behold, the sons of heroes, standing tall,
Cheeks sunken, waists bent, answering the call.
Kohl-lined eyes, these women, in disguise,
Their fathers live, their mustaches, a clean surprise.
They seem so sweet, these drums that echo from afar,
We've spun the wheel, and seen a fallen star.

Behold the women, with their twin-braided crown,
Who ride in motors, while we bake in town.
Their fashion's made our fortunes come undone,
Our pots are sold, our loincloths the only sun.
The goddess, she has chaos in her hold,
We've spun the wheel, a story to be told.

When men have shaved their beards, and trimmed their face,
We too, have cast aside our gentle grace.
When you embrace the powder and the rouge's art,
Then we will leave the home and play our part.
Now we will revel, your world is in its prime,
We've spun the wheel, and conquered space and time.