mama ji ke rocket par hum chand ki sair ko jayenge
mama ji ke rocket par hum chand ki sair ko jayenge
waha ke bacho se miljul kar dudh malai khayenge khayenge
mama ji ke rocket par hum chand ki sair ko jayenge

didi sath na jayegi to kon tumhe nahlayegi
kon karega kanghi patti kapde kon pahnayega
hawa karegi kanghi patti or badal nahlayenge
pariya kapde pahnayengi
tare muh dhulwayenge dhulwayenge
mama ji ke rocket par hum chand ki sair ko jayenge
waha ke bacho se mil jul kar dudh malai khayenge

raat ko nind na aayegi to lori kon sunayega
ghoda ban kar kon chalega pith pe kon bithayega
ghoda banna kya mushkil hai hum khud bhi ban jayenge
lori teri bahut hai baaje par bajwayenge bajwayenge
mama ji ke rocket par hum chand ki sair ko jayenge
waha ke bacho se mil jul kar dudh malai khayenge

kapdo par gir jayega salan khana kaise khaaoge
didi sath na ho to sunlo kuch bhi maja na payenge
mama ji ke rocket hai mama ji agar farmayenge
hum tumse wada karte hai didi ko le jayenge
acha ab tum yahi pe thahro mai jaldi se jata hu
apne pyare mama ji se puch ke wapis aata hu
mama ji ke rocket par hum chand ki sair ko jayenge
waha ke bacho se mil jul kar udh malai khayenge

On Uncle's rocket, to the moon we'll soar,
On Uncle's rocket, to the moon we'll soar.
With lunar children, we'll sweetly share,
Milk and cream, beyond compare.
On Uncle's rocket, to the moon we'll soar.

If sister's absent, who will tend your needs?
Who'll comb your hair, and dress you in fine weeds?
The wind will comb, the clouds will bathe,
Fairies will clothe, a celestial wraith.
Stars will wash your face, in silvery sheen,
On Uncle's rocket, to the moon we'll glean.
With lunar children, we'll sweetly share,
Milk and cream, beyond compare.

If sleep evades, who'll sing your lullaby?
Who'll be the horse, for you to ride nearby?
To be a horse, is not so hard,
We'll transform, in starlight's guard.
Your lullabies, we will find a way,
On Uncle's rocket, to the moon we'll play.
With lunar children, we'll sweetly share,
Milk and cream, beyond compare.

If gravy spills, how will you dine?
Without your sister, pleasure will decline.
On Uncle's rocket, to the moon we'll climb,
We promise, sister, we'll bring her in time.
Now stay right here, I'll quickly depart,
Ask my dear uncle, with a hopeful heart.
On Uncle's rocket, to the moon we'll soar.
With lunar children, we'll sweetly share,
Milk and cream, beyond compare.