pappa ki baaton ka bura nahi mana karte hai
pappa ki baaton ka bura nahi mana karte hai
pappa gussa karte hai to pappa pyar bhi karte hai
pappa gussa karte hai to pappa pyar bhi karte hai

jo maene kha mune ki surat mere jaisi hai
to pappa foran bole mere jaisi hai
tumhari aankhe mithi mithi hai
mere mune ki aankhe badi badi hai
magar hansta bilkul mere jaisa hai
yahi to chakar jaanoo mummi bhi yahi fansi hai
pappa kitna hanste hai kitna khush hote hai
pappa gussa karte hai to pappa pyar bhi karte hai

ulat waed ki ulti vani barshe chaata beege pani
raja ji ghughant me bethe raj chalaye unki rani
chidi ka bacha chidi ke sang kat gai dori chali patang

mummi ka ladla muna mune ki ladli gudiya
gudiya aafat ki pudiya muna bartan manjhe
gudiya kare na koi kaam kaam ghar me tike na uske paao
muna dhunde saara gaon yaha bhi dekha waha bhi dekha
jheel dhund handi dhundi mune ki pappi dhundi
mummi ki saree dhundi tanga dhunda
saaikil dhundi jangl mei gudiya mil bangal me
pappa khate hai shor nahi karte hai
pappa gussa karte hai to pyar bhi karte hai

kataore pe katora beta baap se bhi gora
pappa bandhe pajama mummi ne khicha dora
chodo chodo chodo chodo chodo chodo
chodo mujhe chodo mujhe chodo mujhe
mai cht par jaouga cht pe khada chilaoga
mai tumse pyar karta hu mai tumse pyar karta hu
muna mera bada hoshyar baap ka naam kamaye ga
maa se kam nahi hota jaldi dulhan laye ga
pappa gussa karte hai to pyar bhi karte hai

pappa ki baaton ka bura nahi mana karte hai
pappa ki baaton ka bura nahi mana karte hai
pappa gussa karte hai to pappa pyar bhi karte hai
pappa gussa karte hai to pappa pyar bhi karte hai

We don't hold Papa's words in scorn,
We don't hold Papa's words in scorn.
When Papa's anger flares, his love is born,
When Papa's anger flares, his love is born.

When I claimed, "Munna's face, a mirror of mine,"
Papa swiftly said, "Indeed, thine!"
Your eyes, so sweetly bright,
Munna's, with a bolder light.
Yet, his laughter, it's my own, the same delight,
This truth, I know, has Mama in its hold so tight.
How Papa laughs, how joy does flow,
When Papa's anger flares, his love does grow.

The inverted Vedas weep, umbrellas weep,
The King, veiled, his Queen's kingdom to keep.
The sparrow's chick with its own, the string snapped, the kite took flight.

Mama's darling Munna, Munna's darling doll,
A doll of mischief, Munna scrubs the bowl.
The doll does no work, her feet never stay,
Munna seeks through the village, come what may,
Lake he sought, pot he sought, Munna's kiss he sought.
Mama's sari he sought, the Tonga, the cart he sought,
Bicycle he sought, in the jungle, the doll was found at his side.
Papa says, "We don't make noise, we just abide."
When Papa's anger flares, his love is the guide.

A bowl within a bowl, the son, fairer than the sire,
Papa ties the pajamas, Mama pulls the thread higher.
Leave me, leave me, leave me, leave me,
Leave me, leave me, leave me!
I'll go to the roof, standing on high,
This I will shout, "I love you, I try!"
"I love you!"
My Munna, so wise, will chant his father's name,
Won't work with Mama, a bride he'll soon claim.
When Papa's anger flares, his love's the aim.

We don't hold Papa's words in scorn,
We don't hold Papa's words in scorn.
When Papa's anger flares, his love is born,
When Papa's anger flares, his love is born.