mere paas bachi nahi kodi
mere paas bachi nahi kodi
mahangai me kharche jayada
income bhi hai thodi
mere paas bachi nahi kodi
re mere paas bachi nahi kodi

mahangai lut gayi
himmat hi tut gayi
hum guht ke hi marenge
hum guht ke hi marenge
mahangai lut gayi
mahangai lut gayi

hai sher wo jo shero ke saude kiya kare
hai veer wo jo har bank se karje liya kare
kai baar jo lute are kai baar jo lute
bin dare bank walo ko
har baar hi sarkar ko jhase diya kare
dal roti are dal roti bhi nahi milti hai garibo ko
dhanwale are ye dhanwale
pakwano ko khakar jiya kare
thodi bhi sharam naam ki koi chiz na jinme
beimaan wo imaan ke bhashan diya kare

sher bazaar ke ban gaye biliyan
sher bazaar ke ban gaye biliyan
lafde unke sabhi bahar aane lage
ud gayi kayion ki pal me hi gilliyan
ud gayi kayion ki pal me hi gilliyan
wo bari bari jail jane lage
sher bazaar ke ban gaye biliyan
sher bazaar ke ban gaye biliyan

munna munna pyare munna
munna munna aaja munna
chuma chuma de de chuma
phir tu chahe jaha bhi ghuma
richkshe me bitha ke ghumau main apne yaar ko
mere jalwe ka halwa khilaau mere yaar ko
petrol hai mahanga
kya rickshaw pani se chalaaegi
janta hu rickshaw ko dhake bhi lagwaegi
munna munna aaja munna
chuma chuma de de de de chuma
rickshaw main chalaubgi aur horn tu bajaega
break tu lagana accelerator hum dabaega
red signal pe ye rickshaw aage na ja paega
traffic hoga jaam to ye piche bhi na jaega
phir bhi honeymoon hum rickshaw me manaaega
phir bhi honeymoon hum rickshaw me manaaega

mahangai ne hunter mare he wo
are mahangai ne hunter mare
udhd gayi hai chamdi
har mahine ke pahle din hi paas bache na damdi
bole ki khao aap pape hawa
bole ki piyo aap pape dawa
bole ki karo na aap pape maza
kar maza kar maza

mahnagai da teer laga to
mahnagai da teer laga to
pitamber hegaya andha
bin ankhiyan de is pape ka
chupat ho gaya dhanda
mahangai ne pahuchaya hai
asi sadma itna gehra
neelamber bhi mahangai de
shor sue ho gaya bhara
tum sa popat maji maina ho
haye haye haye haye
tum sa popat maji maina ratate bagud gaai
mahangai aata to aunde te to khana khai
phir bhi honeymoon hum rickshaw me manaaega
phir bhi honeymoon hum rickshaw me manaaega
phir bhi honeymoon hum rickshaw me manaaega
phir bhi honeymoon hum rickshaw me manaaega

No coin remains, none to my name,
Expenses surge, the income's a flame.
No coin remains, none to my call,
Inflation steals, and spirits fall.
We'll choke and die, beneath the weight,
Inflation's theft, seals our fate.

They're lions, trading in lion's keep,
The brave, who borrow, secrets to keep.
Who plunder banks, without a fear,
And fool the state, year after year.
Dal and roti, denied to the poor,
While the wealthy feast, forevermore.
Shameless souls, with nothing to hide,
Who preach of virtue, a deceptive tide.

Lions of the market, billions they've grown,
Their scandals surface, widely known.
Their fortunes vanish, in a sudden plight,
One by one, they face the night.
Lions of the market, billions they've made.

Munna, dear Munna, my sweet,
Munna, come to me, my treat.
A kiss, a kiss, then you may roam,
I'll take you in a rickshaw, home.
I'll feed my friend, my dazzling glow,
With sweets, my love, let it grow.
Petrol's costly, that's the plight,
Can a rickshaw run on water, in the night?
I know it will make you push,
Munna, come to me, a kiss, a rush.
I'll drive the rickshaw, you honk with glee,
You brake, I'll accelerate, you see.
At the red light, we will stall,
In traffic jams, we will fall.
Yet in the rickshaw, our honeymoon will start,
Two souls entwined, with a loving heart.

Inflation's whip, a stinging blow,
It tears the skin, to and fro.
On the first of each month, strength is drained,
They say, eat paper, the air you've gained.
They say, drink paper, that’s your cure,
They say, no pleasure, endure, endure.
Find pleasure, find pleasure.

Inflation's arrow, piercing deep,
Turned him blind, as he did weep.
Without sight, his business fell,
Inflation's wound, a living hell.
He suffered the blow, the sorrow, so deep,
Hearing nothing in the silence of sleep.
You're a parrot, singing the same tune,
You're a parrot, singing at the moon.
Inflation came, and ate the food,
Yet in the rickshaw, our honeymoon, understood.