kauwa bole meeti boli, le ke dulhan jaaye doli
khele football abb gangully
ganja rakkhe jeb mein kanghi, birla ko paise ki tangi
biwi duje ki lagati hai jangi
rama rama kya hai yeh drama
rama rama kya hai yeh drama
rama rama kya hai yeh drama
yeh drama, yeh drama
rama rama kya hai yeh drama
rama rama kya hai yeh drama
rama rama kya hai yeh drama
yeh drama, yeh drama

munna ka photo noto pe, laal batti hai auto pe
tax lagta hai moto pe, give me red baby
ek haath se bajti hai tali, saali ab puri gharwaali
january mein aaye diwaali
murga ab deta hai anda, billi pine lagi hai thanda
kaidi maare police ko danda
rama rama kya hai yeh drama
rama rama kya hai yeh drama
rama rama kya hai yeh drama
yeh drama, yeh drama
rama rama kya hai yeh drama
rama rama kya hai yeh drama
rama rama kya hai yeh drama
yeh drama, yeh drama

mickel jackson bhangra daale, biwi ek par das hai saale
chor ghar ke hai rakhwaale
bill clinton bole hindi, britney ki maathe pe bindi
george bush ki maami sindhi, what non sense yaar
bhangra hai par dhol nahi hai, duniya bhi abb gol nahi hai
politics mein jhol nahi hai, ha ha ha ha ha
rama rama kya hai yeh drama
rama rama kya hai yeh drama
rama rama kya hai yeh drama
yeh drama, yeh drama
rama rama kya hai yeh drama
rama rama kya hai yeh drama
rama rama kya hai yeh drama
yeh drama, yeh drama

The crow now coos with sweetened tongue,
A bride in palanquin, now swung.
Ganguly now kicks the leather sphere,
While bald men comb their hair, held near.
The wealthy Birla, gripped by need,
Another's wife, a warring creed.
Rama Rama, what a stage,
Rama Rama, in life's rage.
Rama Rama, a twisted page,
This drama, this drama.
Rama Rama, what a stage,
Rama Rama, in life's rage.
Rama Rama, a twisted page,
This drama, this drama.

Munna's face upon the note,
Red lights ablaze on every auto-boat.
Taxes levied on the motor's gleam,
Give me red, my fevered dream.
One hand applauds, a lonely sound,
Sister-in-law, the home is bound.
Diwali comes in January's hold,
The rooster lays an egg of old.
The cat now drinks a chilled brew,
The prisoner, the police subdue.
Rama Rama, what a stage,
Rama Rama, in life's rage.
Rama Rama, a twisted page,
This drama, this drama.
Rama Rama, what a stage,
Rama Rama, in life's rage.
Rama Rama, a twisted page,
This drama, this drama.

Michael Jackson, *bhangra* dances free,
One wife, ten brothers, wild to see.
Thieves protect the house's door,
Clinton speaks in Hindi lore.
Britney’s brow, a *bindi* bright,
Bush's aunt, of Sindhi light,
What non-sense, friend, oh what despair!
*Bhangra* beats, but drums are bare,
The world, it seems, is no true sphere,
No twist of fate, no trick to bear.
Rama Rama, what a stage,
Rama Rama, in life's rage.
Rama Rama, a twisted page,
This drama, this drama.
Rama Rama, what a stage,
Rama Rama, in life's rage.
Rama Rama, a twisted page,
This drama, this drama.