hay ranaji mhare gusse mein aaye aiso balkhaye
agiya barsaye ghabraye mharo chain
hay ranaji mhare gusse mein aye aiso balkhaye
agiya barsaye ghabraye mharo chain
jaise dur des ke jaise dur des ke tower mein ghus jaye re airoplane
jaise dur des ke tower mein ghus jaye re airoplane
ranaji mhare gusse mein aye aiso balkhaye
agiya barsaye ghabraye mharo chain
jaise dur des ke tower mein ghus jaye re airoplane
jaise dur des ke tower mein ghus jaye re airoplane
ranaji mhare aiso gurraye aiso tharraye
bhar aaye mhare nain jaise sare aam bhai
jaise sare aam bhai jaise sare aam
irak mein jake jam gaye ancle sam
jaise sare aam irak mein jake jam gaye ancle sam
ranaji mhare

ranaji mhari saas nanad ke tane ranaji mhare jeth sasur ki bani
ranaji thape bhut pret ki chhaya hay ranaji thape ill bill kil ka saya
sajni ko dear bole tharre ko beer bole
mange hai english boli mange hai english choli
mange hai english jaipuri english bikaner jaise bisleri ki
jaise biseleri ki botal pike ban gaye englis man
jaise biseleri ki botal pike ban gaye englis man ranaji mhare

ranaji mhari sautan ko ghar le aaye
ranaji mhari sautan ko ghar le aaye
puche to bole friend hamari hai haay
puche to bole friend hamari hai haay
ranaji ne thanda chakku yun khola
ranaji ne thanda chakku yun khola
bole ke haye thanda mane coka cola
bole ke haye thanda mane coka cola
ranaji bole goro ki basti mein hai shor rani
hay hay moro ki basti mein chor rani
hoy hoy hoy hoy moro ki basti mein chor rani
kyun ki yeh dil mange more
more rani more rani more rani more rani
mhari toh boch bajariya hay badnami ho gayi
mhari to lal chunariya saram se dhani ho gayi
mharo to dhak dhak howe jo jo bite re
jaise har ek bat pe jaise har ek bat pe
democracy mein lagne lag gayi band
jaise har ek bat pe democracy mein lagne laga gaya band
jaise dur des ke tower mein ghus jaye re airoplane
jaise dur des ke tower mein ghus jaye re airoplane
jaise sare aam irak mein jake jam gaye ancle sam
jaise sare aam irak mein jake jam gaye ancle sam
jaise bina bat afganistan ka jaise bina bat afganistan ka
jaise bina bat afganistan ka baj gaya bhaiya band
jaise bina bat afganistan ka baj gaya bhaiya band
jaise dur des ke tower mein ghus jaye re airoplane
ranaji mhare

My Rana, consumed by a rage that writhes and burns,
Unleashing a fire, my peace now spurns.
My Rana, consumed by a rage that writhes and burns,
Unleashing a fire, my peace now spurns.
Like a plane lost, swallowed by a faraway tower,
Like a plane lost, swallowed by a faraway tower.
My Rana, consumed by a rage that writhes and burns,
Unleashing a fire, my peace now spurns.
Like a plane lost, swallowed by a faraway tower,
Like a plane lost, swallowed by a faraway tower.
My Rana, he roars, he trembles, his fury deep,
My eyes overflow, for all the world to weep.
For all the world to weep, for all the world to weep,
Like Uncle Sam, Iraq’s soil, he does keep.
Like Uncle Sam, Iraq’s soil, he does keep.
My Rana…

My Rana, my in-laws’ cruel taunts,
My Rana, my husband’s father’s hollow chants.
My Rana, with shadows of demons they say,
My Rana, where unseen terrors hold sway.
He calls my sister “dear”, and liquor “beer”,
Demanding English words, a foreign veneer.
He craves English Jaipur, English Bikaner,
Like a Bisleri bottle, a transformed man.
Like a Bisleri bottle, a transformed man.
My Rana…

My Rana, he brings his rival home,
My Rana, to his dwelling, she’s free to roam.
He claims she’s a friend, to hide his desire,
He claims she’s a friend, fueling my inner fire.
My Rana, he unsheathes a cold knife’s gleam,
My Rana, he calls it “cold”, like cocaine’s dream.
He says, “The fair skin has noise and deceit”
“In our land, the thieves abound, oh what a feat!”
“In our land, the thieves abound, oh what a feat!”
Because “my heart craves a peacock, my queen, complete!”
Peacock, my queen, peacock, my queen, peacock, my queen!
My shame spreads through the marketplace, it’s plain,
My red veil’s stained crimson, in sorrow and pain.
My heart pounds so hard, remembering each scene,
Like every single word, like every single word,
Democracy bends, its will unseen.

Like every single word, democracy bends, unseen,
Like a plane lost, swallowed by a faraway tower.
Like a plane lost, swallowed by a faraway tower.
Like Uncle Sam, Iraq’s soil, he does keep.
Like Uncle Sam, Iraq’s soil, he does keep.
Like Afghanistan, for no good reason,
Like Afghanistan, its music, now gone.
Like Afghanistan, its music, now gone.
Like a plane lost, swallowed by a faraway tower.
My Rana…