are chor chori karte ho chandan ki lakdiya churate ho
utar bachhu tumhe aisa maja
chakhayenge jindagi bhar yad rakhoge

tommy tommy come come
are raja tommy aaja pyare aaja
aaja hum sab milke baja de inka baja
are number one ye gunde jara maro inko maro
ye bhul jaye chori ka sara karobar are in lucho ko maro
re laate dhuadhar ek do ek do teen char
you dont know what we are but we know what you are
you dont know know what
we are but we know know what you are

are chori karne walo jara thappad
ghusse khalo are chori karne walo
jara thappad ghusse khalo are aao aao nakli shero
jara hamse bhi ankh milalo are aao aao nakli shero
jara hamse bhi ankh milalo ye bhul jaye chori ka sara karobar
ginti me ho galti to maf karna yar maarne wale hai hum
tumko jute das hazar ek do ek do teen char
you dont know what we are but we know what you are
you dont know know what
we are but we know know what you are

ye kapti hai mat chhodo are pakdo pakdo inko daudo
ye kapti hai mat chhodo are pakdo pakdo inko daudo
in desh ke gaddaro ki jara
haddi pasli todo in desh ke gaddaro ki
are haddi pasli todo in lucho ko maro re laate dhuadhar
ye bhul jaye chori ka sara karobaar inse kahdo
yaha hai hamari sarkar ek do ek do teen char
you dont know what we are but we know what you are
you dont know know what we are but we know know what you are
you dont know what we are but we know what you are
you dont know know what we are but we know know what you are

You pilfer the sandalwood, steal its fragrant heart,
Little thieves, a taste of wrath, a brand upon your start,
A lesson etched in memory, a burning, bitter art.

Tommy, Tommy, come, come near,
King Tommy, darling, reappear,
Let's orchestrate a symphony of fear.
Number One, these thugs, deliver blows,
Erase the thieving trade, its ebb and flow,
Upon these villains, let the fury go.
With thunderous kicks, a rhythm starts to bloom,
One, two, one, two, then three, four consume.
You don't know what we are, but we know what you assume.
You don't know, no, what we are,
But we know, no, what you are.

You who steal, now taste the slap, the blow,
You who steal, the punches you shall know,
Come forth, false lions, your defiance show,
Come forth, false lions, let our gaze entwine,
Erase the thieving trade, its dark design.
Forgive a miscount, though the fists may fly,
We are the ones who make you learn to cry,
Ten thousand shoes in fury, reaching high,
One, two, one, two, then three, four, defy.
You don't know what we are, but we know what you imply.
You don't know, no, what we are,
But we know, no, what you are.

These deceivers, spare them not, pursue,
These deceivers, catch them and subdue,
Break the bones of traitors, through and through,
Of this nation, break their very core,
Upon these villains, unleash the fiery roar.
Erase the thieving trade, its wicked plight,
Tell them, here, our government holds the light,
One, two, one, two, then three, four, ignite.
You don't know what we are, but we know what you cite.
You don't know, no, what we are,
But we know, no, what you are.
You don't know what we are, but we know what you ignite.
You don't know, no, what we are,
But we know, no, what you ignite.