than than ki suno jhankar ye duniya hai kala bazar
ye paisa bolta hain ye paisa bolta hain
mai gol hun duniya gol mai gol hun duniya gol
jo bolu khol doon sab ki pol
ye paisa bolta hain ye paisa bolta hain
ye paisa bolta hain ye paisa bolta hain

rang gora ho ya kala ho jag uska jo paisa wala ho
ghapale se mile ya rishwat se banta hai mukaddar daulat se
saccha hai yahan kangal to beiman hai malamal
ye paisa bolta hain ye paisa bolta hain
ye paisa bolta hain ye paisa bolta hain

bhagwan ke ghar bhi khot chale puja ke liye bhi note chale
jo chahe karwalo dhan se har kam bane donation se
milta hain us hi ko vote dikhaye jo voter ko note
ye paisa bolta hain ye paisa bolta hain
ye paisa bolta hain ye paisa bolta hain

paiso pe agar main marta hoon batlao bura kya karta hoon
jab bajati hai shahnai dhan ki tab uthti hain doli dulhan ki
main gangu teli ko doon raj main gangu teli ko doon raj
gadho ke sir pe rakh doon taj
ye paisa bolta hain ye paisa bolta hain
ye paisa bolta hain ye paisa bolta hain

than than ki suno jhankar ye duniya hain kala bazaar
ye paisa bolta hainye paisa bolta hain
ye paisa bolta hain ye paisa bolta hain

Hear the clang, the market's hum, a world of shadowed commerce come.
This coin it speaks, this coin it sings, on gilded wings, on gilded wings.
I spin and roll, the world's a sphere, and secrets whispered, loud and clear.
This coin it speaks, this coin it sings, on gilded wings, on gilded wings.

Pale skin or dark, it matters not, the wealthy bloom, the world is bought.
By trickery gained, or bribe bestowed, fate's tapestry, by fortune sowed.
The honest starve, the wicked thrive, where fortunes bloom and shadows strive.
This coin it speaks, this coin it sings, on gilded wings, on gilded wings.

Even the gods, by coin are swayed, for sacred rites, the price is paid.
With wealth you shape, with wealth you bind, each deed achieved, of every kind.
The vote is sold, the ballot swayed, by notes displayed, a price is paid.
This coin it speaks, this coin it sings, on gilded wings, on gilded wings.

If coin I chase, and for it yearn, what grievous wrong, must I then learn?
When wedding horns in triumph sound, the bride ascends, on hallowed ground.
I'll lift the low, the humble rise, and crown the fool before my eyes.
This coin it speaks, this coin it sings, on gilded wings, on gilded wings.

Hear the clang, the market's hum, a world of shadowed commerce come.
This coin it speaks, this coin it sings, on gilded wings, on gilded wings.