saari duniya four twenty
saari duniya four twenty
saari duniya four twenty
saari duniya four twenty
dekho dekho jenatal meno four twenty
saari duniya four twenty
saari duniya four twenty

sun re sharabi sun re sharabi
haal tera koi dekhega to
jag mein hogi teri khrabi
sun re shrabi sun re sharabi
kaun hai kya naam tera
kyu chhinti hai tu jaam mera
tu jaam mera tu jaam mera
main abhi gayi thi tere ghar
bachche pade the khatiya par
wo bhukh ke mare marte the
aur bilak bilak kar kahte the
kya kahte the tankha lakar bap
hamara ham se kar gaya khot four twenty
saari duniya four twenty
saari duniya four twenty

tan ke ujale man ke kale
block market karne wale
block market karne wale
tagde lekar karte hai kharcha
julm nahi garibo par
yaha mard hai bachche khak hote
ye bharte khote najo se
ye bharte khote najo se
majbur yaha tan dhakne ko
godam bhare ye kapdo se
godam bhare ye kapdo se godam
o four twenty karne walo
buri sharabe pine walo
buri sharabe pine walo
varsho bad rag mila hai
tars tars ke taal mila
ab chhod do ye kala bajar four twenty
saari duniya four twenty
saari duniya four twenty

The world, a stage for Four Twenty,
The world, a stage for Four Twenty,
The world, a stage for Four Twenty,
The world, a stage for Four Twenty.
See, the gentlefolk, Four Twenty,
The world, a stage for Four Twenty,
The world, a stage for Four Twenty.

Listen, drunkard, listen, drunkard,
If your state is seen,
The world will judge your folly.
Listen, drunkard, listen, drunkard,
Who are you? What is your name?
Why do you steal my drink?
My drink, my drink.
I went to your home just now,
Children lay on their cots,
They were dying of hunger,
And they cried and cried, saying,
What did they say? "Our father,
Brought home wickedness, Four Twenty."
The world, a stage for Four Twenty,
The world, a stage for Four Twenty.

Fair of skin, but hearts of shadow,
Those who trade in the black market,
Those who trade in the black market.
With fortunes they spend,
But they do not pity the poor,
Men here are men, but children are dust,
They feast on deceit,
They feast on deceit,
Forced to cover their bodies,
Their warehouses filled with clothes,
Warehouses filled with clothes, warehouses.
O, you who practice Four Twenty,
You who drink the foul liquor,
You who drink the foul liquor,
Years have passed, the tune is found,
The rhythm yearned for, now embrace,
Now leave this black market, Four Twenty.
The world, a stage for Four Twenty,
The world, a stage for Four Twenty.