na mujhko hichki aayi na pav mera fisla
arey arey arey arey na mujhko hichki aayi
na pav mera fisla sharabi kahta hai mujhko
zamana hai bada pagla sharabi kahta hai mujhko
zamana hai bada pagla kya mama

garibo ne pi dhan walo ne pi hai
ye bhudo ne pi jawano ne pi hai
zamano se ye to zamano ne pi hai
ho karte ho pike do ghunt hangama
dikhate ho tum ye naya karnama
ho mama ho mama ho mama ab chhod do ye darama
hey aira gaira to isko pine se darta hai
arey koi kaleje wala hi ye pyala bharta hai
mai bhar ke zam duniya se ha
mai bhar ke zam duniya se pyar karne nikla
sharabi kahta hai mujhko zamana hai bada pagla
sharabi kahta hai mujhko zamana hai bada pagla

tumhe dekh kar humko aati sharam hai
zara socho kaisa tumhara karam hai
na iman tum me na koi dharam hai
dharam kya hai bolo ye iman kya hai
agar hum na mane to bhagwan kya hai
jo pita nahi hai wo insan kya hai
mere sine me ek aag ka dariya basa hai
har roz mera dil sholo se hi khela karta hai
maine to dil jala ke
maine to dil jala ke jivan ka rang badla
sharabi kahta hai mujhko zamana hai bada pagla
sharabi kahta hai mujhko zamana hai bada pagla

bhala aag dil me ye kisne lagai
kaho kisne nindiya tumhari udai
ye khud hath se tumne duniya lutai
jivan ke jab sathi hi chhut jaye
jis ghar ko ghar wale hi lut jaye
jine ke sab aashre tut jaye
koi bhi sahara rahe jab na baki
ye sukh me bhi sathi ye dukh me bhi sathi
jisko gale lagaya
jisko gale lagaya kanto ka har nikla
sharabi kahta hai mujhko zamana hai bada pagla
sharabi kahta hai mujhko zamana hai bada pagla.

No hiccup stirred my throat, nor did my foot betray,
Ah, ah, ah, ah, no hiccup stirred my throat,
Nor did my foot betray. The drunkard I am called,
By a world gone mad, the drunkard I am called.

The poor have drunk, the wealthy have imbibed,
The aged have drunk, the young have tasted life.
Through ages past, through eras, it has flowed,
And yet, with two sips, you make a raging scene?
You flaunt this novel act, this brand new show?
Oh, uncle, oh uncle, oh uncle, cease this farce!
The common man fears to taste this drink,
Only a heart of fire dares to fill this cup.
I fill the chalice, and I turn to love the world,
The drunkard I am called, by a world gone mad.
The drunkard I am called, by a world gone mad.

To see you, shame descends upon my soul,
Reflect, what is the fruit of your deeds?
No faith you hold, nor any sense of creed.
What is religion? Tell me, what is faith?
If we deny it, what then is God's grace?
And he who drinks not, what then is his human place?
Within my chest, a river of fire resides,
My heart each day, with flames it does engage.
I burned my heart, and changed the hues of life,
The drunkard I am called, by a world gone mad.
The drunkard I am called, by a world gone mad.

Who ignited this fire within the heart?
Tell me, who stole your slumber's gentle art?
By your own hand, you plundered life's true start.
When life's own companions choose to flee,
When home itself, by its own kin is seized,
And every hope to live, at last, is ceased,
When no solace remains, when none is near,
A friend in joy, and a friend in woe, I hold,
Whom I embraced, a garland of thorns did bear.
The drunkard I am called, by a world gone mad.
The drunkard I am called, by a world gone mad.