akkad te bakkad te bambay bo
assi te nabbe te poore sau
akkad te bakkad te bambay bo
assi te nabbe te poore sau
hum aar ho ya paar ho
jaane kaha hum yaar ho jaane kaha hum yaar ho
agle pal kya pata honewala hai kya
jo hona hai woh hoga mere saathiyan
apni dhun main gaye ja mere saathiyan
akkad te bakkad te bambay bo
assi te nabbe te poore sau
akkad te bakkad te bambay bo
assi te nabbe te poore sau

akkad te bakkad te bambay bo
assi te nabbe te poore sau
masti kehte hai jisko duniya main
na toh meheangi hai na to sasti hai
sach toh bas yeh ke tere dil main
jitni himmat hai utni masti hai
bhool ja har gila sun le tu yeh sada
jo hona hai woh hoga mere saathiya
apni dhun main gaye ja mere saathiya
akkad te bakkad te bambay bo
assi te nabbe te poore sau
akkad te bakkad te bambay bo
assi te nabbe te poore sau

gaddi aai gaddi aai nadwal di
buddhe di dadhi vich aag baal di
zindagi kya hai kya kahoo yaaron
main toh hairan ho sa jata hu
sach aur sapno ka ek sangam hai
sochta hu to kho sa jata hu
sach hai kya sapna kya
kisko hai yeh pata
jo hona hai woh hoga mere saathiya
apni dhun main gaye ja mere saathiya
akkad te bakkad te bambay bo
assi te nabbe te poore sau
akkad te bakkad te bambay bo
assi te nabbe te poore sau

akkad te bakkad te bambay bo
assi te nabbe te poore sau
saath jina hai saath marna hai
jo bhi karna hai saath karna hai
doobna hai toh saath doobenge
warna ek saath humein ubharna hai
yaar ke samne dil hai kya jaan kya
jo hona hai woh hoga mere saathiya
apni dhun main gaye ja mere saathiya
akkad te bakkad te bambay bo
assi te nabbe te poore sau
akkad te bakkad te bambay bo
assi te nabbe te poore sau

One, two, buckle my shoe,
Eighty, ninety, a hundred through.
One, two, buckle my shoe,
Eighty, ninety, a hundred through.

Across the divide, or side by side,
Where, oh where, do we abide?
Where, oh where, do we abide?
The next breath, what fate will it yield?
What must be, with me it will sealed.
To your song, my friend, now you must yield.
One, two, buckle my shoe,
Eighty, ninety, a hundred through.
One, two, buckle my shoe,
Eighty, ninety, a hundred through.

One, two, buckle my shoe,
Eighty, ninety, a hundred through.
The joy the world claims to embrace,
Neither costly, nor of low grace.
The truth resides within your heart's space,
As much courage, so much joy you will trace.
Forget every grudge, heed the eternal rhyme,
What must be, with me it will climb.
To your song, my friend, now you must climb.
One, two, buckle my shoe,
Eighty, ninety, a hundred through.
One, two, buckle my shoe,
Eighty, ninety, a hundred through.

The cart arrives, a farmer's plight,
Fire that dances, in the old man's sight.
What is life, I cannot say,
Lost in wonder, day by day.
Truth and dreams, a confluence deep,
Lost in thought, secrets to keep.
What is truth? What is a dream?
Does anyone know, or so it would seem?
What must be, with me it will gleam.
To your song, my friend, now you must teem.
One, two, buckle my shoe,
Eighty, ninety, a hundred through.
One, two, buckle my shoe,
Eighty, ninety, a hundred through.

One, two, buckle my shoe,
Eighty, ninety, a hundred through.
To live together, to die as one,
Whatever we do, together be done.
If we sink, we sink as one,
Or rise together, when day is begun.
Before a friend, the heart, the soul are done,
What must be, with me it will run.
To your song, my friend, now you must shun.
One, two, buckle my shoe,
Eighty, ninety, a hundred through.
One, two, buckle my shoe,
Eighty, ninety, a hundred through.