sau ka note hai sau ka note hai
sau ka note hai baabu
ise dekhkar kaun kar sake, apane dilpar kaabu
sau ke note ke chakkar ne hai
bana diyaa ghancakkar
duniya chakkar khaati hai, hamesha takkar khati hai
isi ke liye duniyaa dil se maan lutaati hia
ki duniya,
ki duniyaa chakkar khaati hai, hamesha takkar khaati hai
kaho sach kaha ya jhuth

are biwi bachche chhod ke ghar par
piya chale pardesh
ek note ban jaayega to laut aayenge desh
ek se do aur do se teen
teen se tera paaye
lagi jodane ki dhun bhaiyaa
ghar ki yaad bhulaaye
ye duniyaa uljhi jaati hai
hamesha takkar khati hai
sau ke note ke chakkar ne hai sau ke note ke chakkar ne hai
bana diyaa ghancakkar
duniya chakkar khaati hai, hamesha takkar khati hai
kyu samjhe ghanchakkar samajhe haa yahi tha

pandit ho mulla ho ya majduur ya mota seth
are ho ho mota seth
isake bina kahaa bhaarta hai kabhi kisi ka pet
kabhi kisi ka pet, achcha ji
isake pichhe duniyaa aapas me lad jaati hai
atom bam barsaati hai
duniya chakkar khaati hai, hamesha takkar khati hai
sau ke note ke chakkar ne hai
bana diyaa ghancakkar
duniya chakkar khaati hai, hamesha takkar khati hai

tha kal aalishaan mahal, the chain ke sab saamaan
bada maan tha kaudimal ka, bahut badi thi shaan
sau ke note ne nata toda, ban gaye aaj bhikhaari
yaar dost sab hawaa ho gaye, gayi bhad me yaari
ye duniyaa badal bhi jaati hai
sau ke note ke chakkar ne hai
bana diyaa ghancakkar

A hundred rupee note, a hundred rupee note,
A hundred rupee note, oh friend, a lure so potent.
Who can resist its pull, this paper's sway?
This note's allure, it twists the soul astray.
The world it spins, in constant, crashing fight,
For this, the heart surrenders all its light.
The world it spins, in endless, crashing fight,
Tell me, is this truth, or is it night?

Leaving wife and child, a home forsaken,
To foreign lands, the heart is taken.
A note will pave the way, a return will bloom,
One becomes two, and two, a growing room.
Three to thirteen, the numbers then climb,
Forget the home, lost in the chase of time.
This world is tangled, always crashing hard,
A hundred rupee note, a mind now marred.
The world it spins, in constant, crashing fight,
A hundred rupee note, a mind now lost to night.

The priest, the scholar, laborer, the rich,
The very rich!
Without this note, no hunger can be quitch.
No hunger can be quitch, ah yes!
For this, the world will fight, will bleed,
Unleashing bombs, a harvest of the seed.
The world it spins, in constant, crashing fight,
A hundred rupee note, a mind now lost to night.

Once a grand palace, comfort did reside,
Kaudimal's honor, his glory, his pride.
The hundred note shattered, turned to dust,
Friends disappeared, trust turned to rust.
This world it shifts, with every passing day,
A hundred rupee note, and we lose our way.