tirchhi topi wale hoye aashiq bhole bhale
tirchhi topi wale hoye aashiq bhole bhale
teri kya tarif kare hum o babu matwale
na akal teri thik na shakal teri thik
na akal teri thik na shakal teri thik
unt re unt tere kaan se jalti thi jalti thi
unt re unt tere kaan se jalti thi jalti thi
tirchhi topi wale aaye haye
aashiq bhole bhale hoye hoye
teri kya tarif kare hum o babu matwale
na akal teri thik na shakal teri thik
na akal teri thik na shakal teri thik
unt re unt tere kaan se jalti thi jalti thi

main samjhi gunga ye to bolta hai
main samjhi gunga ye to bolta hai
toffee dikhao to munh kholta hai
dagmag dagman dagman ye dolta hai
are tai hai acchha topi hai very good
rumal hai are waah kamaal hai
teri kya tarif kare hum o babu matwale
na akal teri thik na shakal teri thik
unt re unt tere kaan se jalti thi jalti thi

saringi si hai baahe munh table sa
saringi si hai baahe munh table sa
naringi si hai aankhe sar bagle jaisa
aadmi hai par lagta hai bagle sa
hasta hai are waah chalta hai
aur ab girta hai
teri kya tarif kare hum o babu matwale
na akal teri thik na shakal teri thik
unt re unt tere kaan se jalti thi jalti thi
la la ll la llla la la la la
la la ll la llla la la la la

The tilted-hatted, such naive lovers they be,
The tilted-hatted, such naive lovers they be.
How can we praise you, oh, you joyous one?
Neither your mind nor your form is quite right,
Neither your mind nor your form is quite right.
Oh, camel, oh camel, your ears, they burned, they burned,
Oh, camel, oh camel, your ears, they burned, they burned.
The tilted-hatted, alas!
Naive lovers, oh! oh!
How can we praise you, oh, you joyous one?
Neither your mind nor your form is quite right,
Neither your mind nor your form is quite right.
Oh, camel, oh camel, your ears, they burned, they burned.

I thought him mute, but now he speaks,
I thought him mute, but now he speaks.
Show him a sweet, his mouth he opens,
Wobbling, wobbling, wobbling he sways.
Oh, he has a tie! Good hat! Very good!
A handkerchief! Oh, what a marvel!
How can we praise you, oh, you joyous one?
Neither your mind nor your form is quite right.
Oh, camel, oh camel, your ears, they burned, they burned.

His arms like a Sarangi, his mouth a tabla's beat,
His arms like a Sarangi, his mouth a tabla's beat,
His eyes like oranges, his head like a heron's.
A man, he is, yet heron-like he seems.
He laughs! Oh, he walks!
And now he falls!
How can we praise you, oh, you joyous one?
Neither your mind nor your form is quite right.
Oh, camel, oh camel, your ears, they burned, they burned.
La la lal la lalla la la la la
La la lal la lalla la la la la