ae dilli kaa kutub minaar dekho
ghode pe baankaa sawaar dekho
kalakatte kaa chauragi baazaar
ghar baithe saaraa sasaar dekho
paisaa pheko tamaashaa dekho
ho paisaa pheko tamaashaa dekho

dekho re lakhanau ki ye hai bhul bhulaiyaa
dekho re lakhanau ki ye hai bhul bhulaiyaan
rastaa bhul na jaanaa chalanaa thaam ke baiyaan
paise nahi to udhaar dekho
raadhaa se kaanhaa kaa pyaar dekho
dekho himaalaa parbat hai ye
ghar baithe saaraa sasaar dekho
paisaa pheko tamaashaa dekho
ho paisaa pheko tamaashaa dekho

dekho dekho dekho baaiskop dekho
dilli kaa kutub minaar dekho
bambai sahar ki bahaar dekho
ye aagare kaa hai taajamahal
ghar baithe saaraa sasaar dekho
paisaa pheko tamaashaa dekho
ho paisaa pheko tamaashaa dekho

aai re mai aali baaiskop waali
aai re mai aali baaiskop waali
khel shuru hotaa hai bachcho bajao taali
aai re mai aali baaiskop waali
aai re mai aali baaiskop waali
khel khatam hotaa hai bachcho bajaao taali

dekho dekho dekho darapok dulhaa
waadaa karake jo bhulaa jaise saawan kaa jhulaa
kabhi idhar kabhi udhar kabhi niche kabhi upar dhat
logo kaa paise se pyaar dekho
shaadi biyaah kaa byopaar dekho
ye do dilo ko milane naa de
duniyaa ki unchi diwaar dekho
paisaa pheko tamaashaa dekho
ho paisaa pheko tamaashaa dekho

beti ik garib ki mitti kaa khilaunaa
beti ik garib ki mitti kaa khilaunaa
jag waalo ko chaahiye chaandi aur sonaa
duniyaa hai mithi kataa dekho
jaalim ye saramaayaadaar dekho
hamase garibo se sarakaar ne
maangaa dahej das hajaar dekho
paisaa pheko tamaashaa dekho
ho dekho dekho tamaashaa dekho

Behold, Delhi's minaret ascends,
A rider bold, his steed attends.
Calcutta's Chouringhee's vibrant trade,
The world unfolds, a stage displayed.
Toss coin, the spectacle you claim,
Oh, toss coin, and see the game.

Behold Lucknow's labyrinthine maze,
A winding path, in hazy daze.
Lest you stray, hold a gentle hand,
If coin is lost, on credit stand.
Behold the love of Radha's grace,
And Krishna's heart in time and space.
The Himalayas rise, a frozen crown,
The world unfolds, laid gently down.
Toss coin, the spectacle you claim,
Oh, toss coin, and see the game.

Behold, behold, the moving scene,
Delhi's minaret, ever keen.
Behold Bombay's resplendent bloom,
Agra's Taj, dispelling gloom.
The world unfolds, a whispered plea,
Toss coin, the spectacle, for thee,
Oh, toss coin, and see the game.

I come, I come, the moving show,
I come, the sights for you to know,
The game begins, young ones rejoice,
I come, and hear my calling voice.
I come, and hear my calling voice,
The game is done, now give your voice.

Behold, the trembling, fearful groom,
Forgetting vows, in summer's bloom.
From side to side, then up, then down,
See how they love the coin's renown.
See how they trade in wedding vows,
A wall of the world, that love disallows.
Toss coin, the spectacle you claim,
Oh, toss coin, and see the game.

A poor man's daughter, made of clay,
A fragile toy, to fade away.
The world desires the silver bright,
The cruel one's capital, taking flight.
The government, from the poor, now seeks,
Ten thousand dowry, the poor one bleeds.
Toss coin, the spectacle you claim,
Oh, behold, the world's cruel game.