atkan batkan dahi chatokan musva mota rupya khota
maala tuti baby chhoti
ha haa mummy kuchh bhi khaaye par hoti nahi hai moti
monday bhi ho sunday sabki maang hai maang hai
bolo ji ye right hai yaa wrong hai wrong hai
monday bhi ho sunday sabki maang hai
bolo daddy right hai yaa wrong hai
right hai ya wrong ye kaun bole, sunke ye song haule haule
ek taang pe ghoda naache chham chham chham
monday bhi ho sunday sabki maang hai maang hai
bolo ji ye right hai yaa wrong hai wrong hai
right hai ya wrong ye kaun bole, sunke ye song haule haule
ek taang pe ghoda naache chham chham chham

mummy suno suno ye story chanda ki ho gayi chori
chor chura ke bhaage unke pichhe taare bhaage saare bhaage
sabke pichhe pichhe bhaage ham ham ham
monday bhi ho sunday sabki maang hai maang hai
bolo ji ye right hai yaa wrong hai wrong hai
right hai ya wrong ye kaun bole, sunke ye song haule haule
ek taang pe ghoda naache chham chham chham

kitna pyaara ye ghar hai apna jaise ho koyi sapna
sun le saari duniya yaha pe khushiya rehti hai kehti hai
yaha kabhi na aaye koyi gam gam gam
monday bhi ho sunday sabki maang hai maang hai
bolo ji ye right hai yaa wrong hai wrong hai
monday bhi ho sunday sabki maang hai maang hai
bolo ji ye right hai yaa wrong hai wrong hai
right hai ya wrong ye kaun bole, sunke ye song haule haule
ek taang pe ghoda naache chham chham chham

A riddle spun of curd and whey,
A mouse grown fat, a coin astray,
The necklace breaks, the baby's small,
"Ha ha, Mom, she eats it all,
Yet never grows plump, despite the feast!"

Each day, each week, the plea resounds,
"We want, we want," the craving surrounds.
Tell me now, is this the right decree?
Or is it wrong, for all to see?
Each day, each week, the plea's embrace,
Tell me, Papa, right or disgrace?

Right or wrong, the question sighs,
As the song whispers, soft and wise,
A steed on one leg, dances light,
"Clap, clap, clap," into the night.
Each day, each week, the plea resounds,
"We want, we want," the craving surrounds.
Tell me now, is this the right decree?
Or is it wrong, for all to see?

Listen, Mother, to this tale,
Of Luna stolen, veiled and pale,
Thieves escape, stars give chase,
Following fast, the cosmic race,
And we, too, run, where shadows roam!
Each day, each week, the plea resounds,
"We want, we want," the craving surrounds.
Tell me now, is this the right decree?
Or is it wrong, for all to see?
Right or wrong, the question sighs,
As the song whispers, soft and wise,
A steed on one leg, dances light,
"Clap, clap, clap," into the night.

How sweet this home, a dream so clear,
As all the world begins to hear,
Where joys reside, their voices bright,
And sorrow fears to claim the light.
No grief shall tread within our dome!
Each day, each week, the plea resounds,
"We want, we want," the craving surrounds.
Tell me now, is this the right decree?
Or is it wrong, for all to see?
Each day, each week, the plea resounds,
"We want, we want," the craving surrounds.
Tell me now, is this the right decree?
Or is it wrong, for all to see?
Right or wrong, the question sighs,
As the song whispers, soft and wise,
A steed on one leg, dances light,
"Clap, clap, clap," into the night.