tanuk tuk tanda tanak tuk tanda tank tuk tanda
aise logo ka dhanda are kabhi na hoga manda
nahi jiski jeb me teen digariya chori
jhuth or dhanda tanuk tuk tanda
tanuk tuk tanda tanuk tuk tanda
aise logo ka dhanda are kabhi na hoga manda
nahi jiski jeb me teen digariya chori
juth or chanda tanuk tuk tanda
tanuk tuk tanda tanuk tuk tanda

hath me digri hath me digri b a ki hai
phir bhi man me udasi hath me digri b a ki hai
phir bhi man me udasi socha tha kuch ban ke rahenge
ban gaye ye chprasi pandrah sal ki mehnat pe bhi
fir gaya dekho randha tanuk tuk tanda
tanuk tuk tanda tanuk tuk tanda
jisne usko isne usko usne isko luta pata nahi lagta ha iyaro
kisne kisko luta haye haye kisne kisko luta
golmal sab ho jate hai karke gorakh dhandha
tanuk tuk tanda tanuk tuk tanda tanuk tuk tanda

jo deta bhashan hai dharam pe jo deta bhashan hai dharam pe
uske dil me dharam nahi ankho pe do so ka chasma hai
phir bhi isme saram nahi dharam karam ko kha gaya dekho
ye chandi ka banda tanuk tuk
tanda tanuk tuk tanda tanuk tuk tanda
tanuk tuk tanda tanuk tuk tanda tanuk tuk tanda

sun lo sunlo yaro jamana kaisa palta hai
sun lo sunlo yaro jamana kaisa palta hai
kam dunia ka jo dekho ho raha ulta ulta hai
gadhe ki kimat hai do so gadhe ki kimat hai do so
admi so me bikta hai sab kuch ho gaya mahanga
lekin sasta ho gaya banda tanuk tuk
tanda tanuk tuk tanda tanuk tuk tanda
aise logo ka dhanda are kabhi na hoga
manda nahi jiski jeb me teen digariya
chori juth or chanda tanuk tuk tanda
tanuk tuk tanda tanuk tuk tanda

A tap, a drum, a rhythm's beat,
Their trade, it knows no retreat.
No need for stolen degrees,
Just lies and schemes, and ease.
A tap, a drum, a rhythm's beat,
Their trade, it knows no retreat.
No need for stolen degrees,
Just lies and schemes, and ease.
A tap, a drum, a rhythm's beat.

With BA's clutched in weary hand,
A hollow ache across the land.
Dreams of a future, bright and bold,
Now humbled, a story told.
Fifteen years, a labored climb,
Reduced to ashes, lost to time.
A tap, a drum, a rhythm's beat.

Who robbed whom, a tangled thread,
Lost in chaos, the words unsaid.
Who stole from whom, a bitter cry,
As all is blurred before our eye.
A tangled web, a murky game,
Born of deceit, fueled by shame.
A tap, a drum, a rhythm's beat.

He preaches faith, a hollow sound,
While greed and vanity abound.
Two hundred rupees, the price of his eyes,
No shame he hides, no compromise.
Religion devoured by silver's gleam,
A tap, a drum, a broken dream.
A tap, a drum, a rhythm's beat.

Listen closely, to time's harsh decree,
The world's a mirror of what will be.
The work of the world is now reversed,
The value of asses is now the worst.
An ass sells for two hundred rupees
while a man sells for a few.
Everything rises, the value of life now is cheap.
A tap, a drum, a rhythm's beat.
Their trade, it knows no retreat.
No need for stolen degrees,
Just lies and schemes, and ease.
A tap, a drum, a rhythm's beat.