rah chalti hai ki rahi chalte hai jalti hai bati ki dip jalte hai
rah chalti hai ki rahi chalte hai jalti hai bati ki dip jalte hai
jo bhi thik thik batayega raju chacha
usko sara shehar ghumayega
rah chalti hai ki rahi chalte hai jalti hai bati ki dip jalte hai

raju chacha bachcho ka karo khayal
puchho na puchho na aise mushkil sawal
raju chacha bachcho ka karo khayal
puchho na puchho na aise mushkil sawal
achha to mai hi batata hu rahi chalte hai to rahe chalti hai
suni suni rahe aankho ko khalti hai
rahi chalte hai to rahe chalti hai
suni suni rahe aankho ko khalti hai
bade ho gaye to samjh me aayega
banega jo bati wahi deepak jalayega

narangi si ek chij magar na khai jaye
us narangi par hum sadiyo se rahte aaye
narangi si ek chij magar na khai jaye
us narangi par hum sadiyo se rahte aaye
tayar padoge bhugol to jawab mil jayega gandhi shabash

two add two four three am three
driver kitne badle lekin mai hu clenarvax
har din ghar se chacha le jaye pahunchaye
chhuti ke din bachcho yaad tumhari badi aaye
har din ghar se chacha le jaye pahunchaye
chhuti ke din bachcho yaad tumhari badi aaye
kisi ne bhi aisa yaar paya na payega
rahi chalte hai to rahe chalti hai
suni suni rahe aankho ko khalti hai
bade ho gaye to samjh me aayega
banega jo bati wahi deepak jalayega

Does the path walk, or do travelers tread?
Does the wick burn, or do lamps ignite instead?
The one who answers truly and well,
Raju Chacha, the whole town you'll compel,

Does the path walk, or do travelers tread?
Does the wick burn, or do lamps ignite instead?

Raju Chacha, children, your care I implore,
Ask not, oh ask not these riddles to pour.
Raju Chacha, children, your care I implore,
Ask not, oh ask not these riddles to pour.
Well then, I shall reveal, as I see it now,
When travelers walk, the paths somehow bow.
Silent paths, a burden to the eye,
When travelers walk, the paths somehow sigh.
When you're older, the truth will unfurl,
The wick that becomes, the lamp it will whirl.

An orange sphere, forbidden to taste,
Upon that orange, our ages we waste.
An orange sphere, forbidden to taste,
Upon that orange, our ages we waste.
If you study the map, the answers appear,
Gandhi! Bravo! Victory is here!

To add to four, three, then three,
Drivers come and go, but I, the janitor, am free.
Each day, Chacha escorts, delivering with grace,
On holidays, your absence, children, I embrace.
Each day, Chacha escorts, delivering with grace,
On holidays, your absence, children, I embrace.
No one has found a friend, quite so true,
When travelers walk, the paths will subdue,
Silent paths, a burden to the eye,
When you're older, the truth will unfurl,
The wick that becomes, the lamp it will whirl.