jiski ye latti beta, uski chali ye har rabba
haatho me lo aur peti me lapeti sarkaar
maine jo bola to mai chalta hai kala ghoda
rahne de bahar aur bajne de thoda thoda
karta hai sara din balli pe kala
lagti garam hai, tu to badi besharm hai
haat me khujali aur
ek baar me padne ko school chali
ek do teen chaar paanch chha saat
uski lagi lagan jo bhi hath
soch teri bhi kya aukaat
nau das gyaarah baraah terah, chaudah
ek do teen chaar paanch chha saat
uski lagi lagan jo bhi hath
soch teri bhi kya aukaat
nau das gyaarah baraah terah, chaudah
ek do teen chaar paanch chha saat
uski lagi lagan jo bhi hath
soch teri bhi kya aukaat
nau das gyaarah baraah terah, chaudah
department dhundhe, thokane ka department
department dhundhe, ye hai mera department

system girgit bewajah ki khitpit
sot sot me kesh kar do fit
kaam dealy sarkari, dheere dheere chale gaadi
hum sfahi karmchari male na rakhe udari
pahale dhool chaat ye saari
court system ki sabi bimari
ek goli raam baam, khtam kerke maramari
jel vel aani jaani dhandhli beimaani
chhodi maine apni kahani to karegi khicha taani
utra to maamala to saara maja hai ye bekaar
ghade me note de satkar de baar baar

maine jo bola to mai chalta hai kala ghoda
rahne de baar aur bajne de thoda thoda
rahta hai din bhar hi bekaar
lagti garam hai, bhukh badi besharm hai
haat me khujali aur
ek baar me padne ko school chali
ek do teen chaar paanch chha saat
uski lagi lagan jo bhi hath
soch teri bhi kya aukaat
nau das gyarah barah terah, chaudah
ek do teen chaar paanch chha saat
uski lagi lagan jo bhi hath
soch teri bhi kya aukaat
nau das gyaarah baraah terah, chaudah
ek do teen chaar paanch chha saat
uski lagi lagan jo bhi hath
soch teri bhi kya aukaat
gyarah baarah terah chodhe
department dhundhe, thokane ka department
department dhundhe, ye hai tera department
department dhundhe, thokane ka department
department dhundhe, ye hai tera department
no das gyarah barah terah chaudah, chaudah

Whose staff, son, dictates the dance, oh Lord,
Clutch it tight, wrapped in the coffers of the state.
If I speak, the black stallion will take flight,
Let him graze outside, let the music ignite.
All day it toils, a dark stain on the beam,
It burns hot, you shameless, it would seem.
Itching palms,
And to school you run, in a single bound.

One, two, three, four, five, six, seven,
Whose touch ignites the deepest heaven,
What worth, then, your own thoughts, do you reckon?
Nine, ten, eleven, twelve, thirteen, fourteen.
One, two, three, four, five, six, seven,
Whose touch ignites the deepest heaven,
What worth, then, your own thoughts, do you reckon?
Nine, ten, eleven, twelve, thirteen, fourteen.
One, two, three, four, five, six, seven,
Whose touch ignites the deepest heaven,
What worth, then, your own thoughts, do you reckon?
Nine, ten, eleven, twelve, thirteen, fourteen.

Seeking the department, the hammer's domain,
Seeking the department, or is it mine?

The system, a chameleon, pointless squabble,
In short, fit the cash, be not unable.
Work delayed, the government's pace slow,
We, the servants, no debts will we bestow.
First lick the dust, all of it,
Of the court's sickness, a bitter bit.
One shot of balm, Ram's command,
Ends the strife, across the land.
Jail and bail, a fleeting show,
Fraud and deceit, come and go.
If I leave my tale untold, then the tug-of-war will start,
If it fails, this whole delight, is nothing but a barren art.
Give notes to the donkey, pay the respect, again and again,

If I speak, the black stallion will take flight,
Let him graze outside, let the music ignite.
All day it is useless, for naught,
It burns hot, hunger, shameless, brought.
Itching palms,
And to school you run, in a single bound.

One, two, three, four, five, six, seven,
Whose touch ignites the deepest heaven,
What worth, then, your own thoughts, do you reckon?
Nine, ten, eleven, twelve, thirteen, fourteen.
One, two, three, four, five, six, seven,
Whose touch ignites the deepest heaven,
What worth, then, your own thoughts, do you reckon?
Nine, ten, eleven, twelve, thirteen, fourteen.
One, two, three, four, five, six, seven,
Whose touch ignites the deepest heaven,
What worth, then, your own thoughts, do you reckon?
Nine, ten, eleven, twelve, thirteen, fourteen.

Seeking the department, the hammer's domain,
Seeking the department, this is your domain.
Seeking the department, the hammer's domain,
Seeking the department, this is your domain.
Nine, ten, eleven, twelve, thirteen, fourteen.