tu pichle pacchis baras se
hai pacchis baras ki
dilbar jani umar chhupani
ab nahi tere bas ki
umariya kaise chhupayegi
tu jab nani ban jayegi
umariya kaise chhupayegi
tu jab nani ban jayegi
is khushi se mai hu diwana
ki mai to banane chala hu nana
lo ji karte karte na na
tum bhi ban gaye aankhir nana
safedi, safedi, safedi shor machayegi
ki mehandi kaam na aayegi
umariya kaise chhupayegi
tu jab nani ban jayegi
umariya kaise chhupayegi
tu jab nani ban jayegi

aaya hun aaya khabar jara de dun ki sare mauhalle nu
aaya hun aaya khabar jara de dun ki sare mauhalle nu
aana ghar aana nazar na lagana koi chand se lalle nu
kab nachunga jo ab nahi nacha
main to banne chala hun chacha
kab nachunga jo ab nahi nacha
main to banne chala hun chacha
ho bhabi ni bhabi bhatija kis din layegi
tu kitna wait karayegi ho
umariya kaise chhupayegi
tu jab amma ban jayegi

fans jayegi de ke baby
make love dont make baby
ek papa ek baby
then stop do not make baby
main na manuga kahna tumhara
mere kotach pure barah
main na manuga kahna tumhara
mere kotach pure barah
main kitna, main kitna, main kitna dudh pilayegi
unhe kya kya sikh layegi
he umariya kaise chhupayegi
tu jab amma ban jayegi

ohho aaha, ohho aaha
ohho aaha, ohho aaha
o tu to jayegi nursing home
hari om, hari om
ho mera nach raha rom rom
hari om, hari om
hari om, hari om
govind gopala, govind gopala
tu jahan chahe phul khilaye
jab chahe barsat kare
chamatkar hi chamatkar tu to
o girdhar dil raat kare
teri daya se o banwari
maine jiti baaji hari
teri daya se o banwari
maine jiti baaji hari
suhagan, suhagan, suhagan ma ban jayegi
ye karza kaise chukayegi
ho humi se beta payegi
humi se aankh churayegi

jija ji, jija ji jara masi kasi hatwa do
jaldi se o jaldi se koi accha sa jogi la do
sab ne rag apna alapa
uski bhi suno jo hai papa
sab ne rag apna alapa
ho uski bhi suno jo hai papa
khatai, khatai, khatai jab tu khayegi
mithai banti jaayegi
khataai jab tu khayegi
mithai banti jayegi
khatai jab tu khayegi
mithai baanti jayegi

For twenty-five years, a quarter-century's flight,
You've hidden age, a secret kept from light.
Beloved, darling, no longer can you hide,
The years will show, when grandma's at your side.
How will you hide the aging of your soul,
When you become the grandma, old and whole?
In joyous dance, my spirit takes its flight,
For I, the grandpa, soon will greet the light.
At last, at last, the cycle takes its turn,
You too, dear love, the title of grandpa will earn.
The silver strands, a whisper in the air,
The henna's touch, no longer will compare.
How will you hide the aging of your soul,
When you become the grandma, old and whole?

The news arrives, a whisper in the street,
Announcing joy, for all the world to meet.
Come home, dear ones, though you may hide your face,
For now a moonbeam smiles upon this place.
When will I dance, if not in this sweet hour?
I, the uncle, bloom with budding power.
When will I dance, if not in this sweet hour?
I, the uncle, bloom with budding power.
Oh, sister-in-law, when will the nephew arrive?
How long, dear heart, will you keep our hopes alive?
How will you hide the aging of your soul,
When you become the mother, taking hold?

You'll be ensnared, giving birth to your child,
Make love, don't make a baby, I'm beguiled.
One daddy, one baby, the rule we must obey,
Then stop! Do not make another, I pray.
I won't accept your rules, I hold my ground,
My quota of twelve is already found.
I won't accept your rules, I hold my ground,
My quota of twelve is already found.
How much, how much, how much milk will you give?
And what will they learn from how they live?
How will you hide the aging of your soul,
When you become the mother, taking hold?

Oh, ah, oh, ah,
Oh, ah, oh, ah.
You'll go to the nursing home,
Hari Om, Hari Om.
My every pore is dancing now,
Hari Om, Hari Om.
Hari Om, Hari Om.
Govinda Gopala, Govinda Gopala,
You make flowers bloom where you will,
And bring the rain when you choose.
Miracles and wonders, your constant skill,
O, Giridhar, you never lose.
By your grace, O, Banwari, I win the prize,
In every battle, before your eyes.
By your grace, O, Banwari, I win the prize,
In every battle, before your eyes.
The blessed mother, your heart will be,
How will you pay this debt to me?
From us will come your son,
From us your eyes will run.

Brother-in-law, brother-in-law, remove the aunt's curse,
Quickly, oh quickly, bring a holy man, worse.
All have sung their songs of praise,
Now listen to the father's days.
All have sung their songs of praise,
Now listen to the father's days.
Sour, sour, sour, when you will eat it all,
Sweetness will be shared after the fall.