ae murakh baitha aaj ki soche
aur kal ki soche siyaana
kaal ke pankh pasaare dkeho
udata jaaye jamana

ae ji hafto se
ae ji mahino se
ae ji barso se
apni ye gaadi rahi chal
aaj nahi kal baba
aaj nahi kal baba
aaj nahi kal baba
aaj nahi kal baba

shor machaati wo aai sethaani
naam hain devi, devi
ha ha devi rani, dikhne me nani
budhiya nani kahne lagi
kahne lagi
de do kiraya yaa jaao nikal
hamne kaha
aaj nahi kal devi
aaj nahi kal
usne kaha aaj, nahi kal
aaj nahi kal devi
aaj nahi kal devi
aaj nahi kal devi
aaj nahi kal

ae ae chor chor chor
darji hain kapda chor
hamara darji hain kapda chor
chor chor chor
darji hain kapda chor
hamara darji hain kapda chor
dil ka chhota niyat ka khonta
kapda diya tha nikad banane
laaya bana ke lingota
ulta machave shor
machave shor
o kapda chor chor chor
darji hain kapda chor
hamara darji hain kapda chor
chor chor chor

dhobiya re dhobi dhobi
dho dho dho dho dho
???
ae ji dhobi ke tute khaat ghar me
tuti taati khaat
tuti taati tuti taati tuti taati
tuti taati khaat bichhakar
soye purana taat gadhe par
paida jaave ghaat gadhe par
gadhe par gadhe par
dhobi ke dekho thaat
kisi ki paint kisi ka kot
pahn kar bana gavarnar laad

The fool sits, lost in fleeting days,
While the wise one charts tomorrow's maze.
Time's wings unfurl, a boundless spread,
As epochs vanish, swiftly fled.

For weeks we've lingered, held in sway,
For months we've waited, come what may,
For years this cart of ours has rolled,
But "Not today, tomorrow," we're told.
Not today, Baba, the refrain,
Not today, Baba, the refrain,
Not today, Baba, it's just the same.

The matron arrives, a clamoring sound,
"Devi" they call her, royalty crowned,
A grandmother in wrinkled guise,
Her words like demands that never die.
"Pay the rent, or be on your way,"
We answer, "Not today, someday."
She cries, "Today, or you're out the door!"
Not today, tomorrow, and evermore.
Not today, Devi, please understand,
Not today, forever across the land.

Hey, thief, thief, thief!
The tailor, a fabric thief!
Our tailor, a fabric thief!
Thief, thief, thief!
The tailor, a fabric thief!
Our tailor, a fabric thief!
A small heart, a wicked soul,
Cloth he took for a simple stroll.
To make shorts, a task so slight,
He brings back a loincloth, in plain sight!
He makes a racket, a mournful cry,
Oh, fabric thief!
The tailor, a fabric thief!
Our tailor, a fabric thief!
Thief, thief, thief!

The washerman, oh, the washerman,
Washing, washing, washing, then...
??? (Lost to the turning of Time)
The washerman's son, a broken bed,
Slept upon a broken spread,
On the donkey, the old man laid,
On the donkey, a life betrayed,
On the donkey, he's always stayed.
The washerman's life, a wondrous game,
His pants someone else's coat,
He’s dressed as Lord, he holds the claim.