neta hai bhai neta hai ye to sabse leta hai
are neta hai bhai neta hai ye to sabse leta hai
wada karta hai bahut kuch bahut kuch, bahut kuch
wada karta hai bahut kuch kuch nahi ye deta hai
neta hai bhai neta hai ye to sabse leta hai

desh ka sabse badka gunda rang biranga inka jhanda
desh ka sabse badka gunda rang biranga inka jhanda
jiske chahe uske ander thukwa de kanun ka danda
sir pe topi, tan pe khadi sir pe topi, tan pe khadi
laal patti ke hai ye aadi chamche kaat rahe hai jeb
ye to kaat rahe hai chandi

arj kiya hai ke kabhi urea to
kabhi chara chat kar jaate hai ke kabhi urea to
kabhi chara chat kar jate hai
are ye kasam khaate hai baap ki aur padosi mar jaate hai

ye kasam khaate hai baap ki aur padosi mar jaate hai
wada karta hai bahut kuch bahut kuch, bahut kuch
wada karta hai bahut kuch kuch nahi ye deta hai
neta hai bhai neta hai ye to sabse leta hai

munni bhi inki, shila bhi inki kothe wali raziya bhi inki
munni bhi inki, shila bhi inki kothe wali raziya bhi inki
nalle aage pichhe ghume garam kare roz khatiya inki

arj kiya hai ek neta ko sanp ne kata
ek neta ko sanp ne kata neta jinda hai sasura
sanp chal basa are ikdam tikdam khich taan ke
ye to bhai vijeta hai wada karta hai bahut kuch
bahut kuch, bahut kuch wada karta hai bahut kuch
kuch nahi ye deta hai neta hai bhai neta hai
ye to sabse leta hai

lete hi nahi hum dete hai janta ki naiya khete hai
lete hi nahi hum dete hai janta ki naiya khete hai
panch saal me lute jitna ho jitna, ho jitna
panch saal me lute jitna uska aadha dete hai
lete hi nahi hum dete hai janta ki naiya khete hai

jab jab bhi aata hai chunav voter ka badh jata hai bhav
jab jab bhi aata hai chunav voter ka badh jata hai bhav
ban jate hai maai baap maange badka gandhi chap
murg masallam aur sharab murg masallam aur sharab

hote hai tab yahi nawab pair pakadte hai shriman
tab karte ye mat ka daan sabko khushi rakhna padta hai
janta ho ya high comman are panch saal me lute jitna
uska aadha dete hai lete hi nahi hum dete hai
janta ki naiya khete hai

sab sasure ye police daroga dikhlate kanun ko thenga
sab sasure ye police daroga dikhlate kaanun ko thenga
khaki pehan ke kasam ye khaate jurm ki mandi me bik jaate
sarkari license mila hai sarkari license mila hai
jam ke ye rishwat hai khate report likhe hai ye usi ki
saath me jo hariyali laate bhaad me jaye ye duniya

hum to bajaye harmonia bhaad me jaye ye duniya
hum to bajaye harmonia neta wahi jo bikta hai
gadbad ghotala karta hai neta wahi jo bikta hai
gadbad ghotala karta hai

He is the Leader, oh, the Leader,
From all, he takes and takes.
Promises he makes in legions,
Much, so much, he stakes.
Promises he makes in legions,
Gives back nothing, no one awakes.
He is the Leader, oh, the Leader,
From all, he takes and takes.

The nation's grandest thug, he is,
Their flag, a rainbow display.
The nation's grandest thug, he is,
Their flag, a rainbow display.
At his whim, the law's harsh rod,
Will fall, where he may say.
A cap upon his head so grand,
Khadi on his frame, a regal stand.
Sycophants that pick your pockets,
They carve the silver from the land.

I present this:
Sometimes urea they devour,
Sometimes fodder they consume.
Sometimes urea they devour,
Sometimes fodder they consume.
They swear an oath upon their fathers,
While the neighbor meets his doom.
Oh, He is the Leader, oh, the Leader,
From all, he takes and takes.
Promises he makes in legions,
Much, so much, he stakes.
Promises he makes in legions,
Gives back nothing, no one awakes.
He is the Leader, oh, the Leader,
From all, he takes and takes.

Munni is theirs, Sheila is theirs,
And Rajia, of the house of wares.
Fools follow, ever near,
Warming their beds with all their cares.

I present this:
A serpent bit a politician,
The politician lived, alas, he thrived.
The serpent died instead,
For he was the one that survived.
By hook and by crook and all the schemes,
He is the one who wins.
Promises he makes in legions,
Much, so much, he stakes.
Promises he makes in legions,
Gives back nothing, no one awakes.
He is the Leader, oh, the Leader,
From all, he takes and takes.

They do not take, but give, they say,
They sail the people's boat each day.
In five years, plunder, what they may,
All they may, all they may.
In five years, plunder, what they may,
Half is what they'll repay.
They do not take, but give, they say,
They sail the people's boat each day.

When the elections come around,
The voter's price does then abound.
They become the parents, the all-in-all,
And demand the Gandhi stamp's call.
Chicken Masala and the wine,
Become the rulers, so fine.
They hold your feet, they plead with grace,
And then they cast their vote in place.
They must keep everyone content,
The people, the high command, they'll rent.
In five years, plunder, what they may,
Half is what they'll repay.
They do not take, but give, they say,
They sail the people's boat each day.

All these sons of bitches, the police, the sergeants,
They thumb their noses at the law's commands.
In khaki clad, they take an oath,
And sell themselves in crime's domains.
A government license they possess,
A government license they possess.
They gorge on bribes, a wealth they claim,
They write reports for those who bring the gain.
To hell with the world, let it all burn,
We'll play the harmonica and turn.
The leader is the one who sells his soul,
He is the one who does the corrupt role.