pihu pihu bole papiha koyal bole kuhu kuhu
pihu pihu bole papiha koyal bole kuhu kuhu
mama i love you bhanji thank you
bhanji i love you mama thank you
bolo mama sare gama mai kyu bolu sare gama
topi kurta or pajama
mami ke bin kya hai mama mami ke bin kya hai mama
chup kar mat kar meri bhanji
bich sadak tu hungama ched na mujhko tu
mama i love you bhanji thank you
bhanji i love you mama thank you

mama kar lo shadi le aao meri mami
mujhe kisi ladki ki karni nahi gulami
mai bhi to ek ladki hu mat karo meri badnami
ladki nahi tu meri bhanji meri jan hai tu
mama i love you bhanji thank you
bhanji i love you mama thank you

mama sabki jodiya tu kaise akela rah gaya
bhanji mai aage nikal gaya piche wo mera rah gaya
pandrah bis baras wapas piche tu mud ja
ho mama siti baja meri mami ko bula
ho siti bajana tujhe sikhaya kisne ye batla
ho bhanji siti baja mujhe us ladke se mila
koi kaam ka ladka hai ya sahari babu
mama i love you bhanji thank you
bhanji i love you mama thank you
mama i love you bhanji thank you
bhanji i love you mama thank you

The cuckoo calls, echoing low,
The papiha cries, a mournful flow.
The cuckoo calls, echoing low,
The papiha cries, a mournful flow.

"Uncle, I love you," the niece's bright plea,
"Thank you, dear one," his sweet reply.
"Niece, I love you," a tender grace,
"Thank you, dear Uncle," in her embrace.
"Uncle, sing the notes, Sa Re Ga Ma,"
"Why must I, child, follow the drama?"
A cap, a kurta, and pajamas worn,
Without Auntie, what, my dear, is born?
Without Auntie, the world is forlorn.
Hush now, my dear, this scene's absurd,
On this roadside, no words are heard.
"Uncle, I love you," the niece's bright plea,
"Thank you, dear one," his sweet reply.
"Niece, I love you," a tender grace,
"Thank you, dear Uncle," in her embrace.

"Uncle, find a wife, a love to claim,
Bring Auntie to our home, call her name.
I will not be a girl's slave,
Since I am a girl, do not shame."
"You are not just a girl; you are my life,
my precious niece, through joy and strife."
"Uncle, I love you," the niece's bright plea,
"Thank you, dear one," his sweet reply.
"Niece, I love you," a tender grace,
"Thank you, dear Uncle," in her embrace.

"Uncle, all have pairs, and you stand alone,"
"Child, I moved on, left my past unknown."
"Fifteen years, or more, turn back your gaze,
Blow the whistle, Uncle, call her days."
"Who taught you to whistle, tell me true?"
"Niece, blow the whistle, introduce me to the young man, new."
"A worthy lad, or a city's grace?"
"Uncle, I love you," the niece's bright plea,
"Thank you, dear one," his sweet reply.
"Niece, I love you," a tender grace,
"Thank you, dear Uncle," in her embrace.
"Uncle, I love you," the niece's bright plea,
"Thank you, dear one," his sweet reply.
"Niece, I love you," a tender grace,
"Thank you, dear Uncle," in her embrace.