yu ya ya
yu ya ya
mera tesu yahee ada yu ya ya
khane ko maange dahi vada yu ya ya
mera tesu yahee ada khane ko maange dahi vada
sukh gaya mera tesu re
sukh gaya mera tesu ek tang pe khada khada
yu ya ya yu ya ya
yu ya ya yu ya ya
mera tesu yahee ada yu ya ya yu ya ya
khane ko maange dahi vada
yu ya ya yu ya ya
yu ya ya yu ya ya

o tesu ko lomdi kaat gayi ai maiya
tesu ko lomdi kaat gayi
daddu ki handiya chat gayi
are tesu ko lomdi kaat gayi daddu ki handiya chat gayi
handiya rakhi thi khatiya pe
handiya handiya rakhi thi khatiya pe
handiya handiya rakhi thi khatiya pe
daddu ki khatiya ghaat gayi
daddu ki khatiya ghaat gayi
are laathi badi ke daddu bada
yu yu yu yu ya ya
yu ya ya yu ya ya
are laathi badi ke daddu bada
yu ya ya yu ya ya
mera tesu yahee ada
yu ya ya yu ya ya

mendhak bole khari khari
nayee ki muchhe hari hari
are mendhak bole khari khari
nayee ki muchhe hari hari
gaay kee puchh pe dhaan uga aaha aaha
gaay kee puchh pe aaha ho puchh pe
gaay kee puchh pe aaha puchh pe
gaay kee puchh pe dhaan uga
gaay ne kiski muchh charee
gaay ne kiski muchh charee
gaay ne kiski muchh charee
aji muchh badi ke nayee bada
yu yu yu yu
yu yu yu yu ya ya
muchh badi ke nayee bada
yu ya ya yu ya ya
mera tesu yahee ada khane ko maange dahi vada
sukh gaya mera tesu ek taang pe khada khada
ada ada ada ada yahee ada
mera tesu mera tesu yahee ada
tesu maange tesu maange dahi vada
ada ada ada ada yahee ada
mera tesu yahee ada khane ko maange dahi vada
mera tesu yahee ada khane ko maange dahi vada
mera tesu yahee ada khaane ko maange dahi vada

Oh, he’s here, my Tesu, he’s here.
Oh, he asks for yogurt fritters, here.
My Tesu’s rooted, here he stands,
Longing for the yogurt fritters, with empty hands.
My Tesu withers, oh so dry,
Standing on a single, weary eye.
Oh, he’s here, my Tesu, he’s here.
Oh, he asks for yogurt fritters.

The fox has bitten Tesu, oh!
The fox has bitten Tesu, you see,
And licked the curds from Dadu's glee.
The fox, she stole from Dadu's joy,
The curds that once were his employ.
The curds were kept upon the cot,
The cot, alas, is now forgot.
The cot is gone, the cot is lost,
Which is greater, the staff or the boss?
Oh, he’s here, my Tesu, he’s here.
Which is greater, the staff or the boss?

The frogs all croak in honest rhyme,
The barber's mustache, green with time.
The frogs all croak a truthful plea,
The barber's mustache, wild and free.
On the cow's tail, a harvest grows,
On the cow's tail, the future shows.
The cow then stole a whisker, oh,
The cow then stole a whisker, woe!
Which is greater, the mustache grand,
Or the barber's touch upon the land?
Oh, he’s here, my Tesu, he’s here.
Longing for the yogurt fritters, with empty hands.
My Tesu withers, oh so dry,
Standing on a single, weary eye.
Here, here, he stands, he stands,
My Tesu stands, in these lands.
Tesu yearns, Tesu desires,
Yogurt fritters, his heart's fires.
Here, here, he stands, he stands,
My Tesu waits, in these lands.
Longing for the yogurt fritters, with empty hands.
My Tesu rooted, here he stands,
Longing for the yogurt fritters, with empty hands.