yaaro yeh publicity ka jamana hai
thoda maal lga ke jayda maal kamana hai

suno suno ye meharba publicity se tum yahan
suno suno ye meharba publicity se tum yahan
chandi ko sona sona sone ko heera bana ke becho
suno suno ye meharba publicity se tum yahan
chandi ko sona sona sone ko heera bana ke becho
becho becho, becho becho, becho becho, becho becho


ye jamana ladkiyo ka ye jamana ladkiyo ka
baat meri mano ha, na kahani na masala na kahani na masala
raaj ye tum jano na

inka husn becho , solva saal becho
inka husn becho , solva saal becho
inka rang becho kaale baal becho
inka roop becho gulabi gaal becho
inke hoth becho behkati chaal becho
fir inka kamal dekho, koi bhi maal dekho
inko saja ke becho
becho becho ,becho becho

suno suno ye meharba, publicity se tum yahan
suno suno ye meharba, publicity se tum yahan
chandi ko sona, sona, sone ko heera bana ke becho
suno suno ye meharba, publicity se tum yahan
chandi ko sona, sona, sone ko heera bana ke becho
becho becho, becho becho, becho becho, becho becho

chandi ki murgi sone ki polish
tel garib ka honey ki malish
dekho tum ye aap dekho
dekho tum ye aap dekho
paisa sab ka baap dekho

na mile khane ko roti
na pehanne ko lagoti
abadi se dar rhe hai
abadi se dar rhe hai
fir bhi bache paida kar rhe hai
aaaa oooo
khushiyan chapti hai isteharo me
zindagi gurjati hai kataro me
sirf do wkt ki roti ke liye
aadmi bik rha bazaro me
ta ta thaiya ta ta thaiya
rishty nate bhul bhuliya
ta ta thaiya ta ta thaiya ta taiya ta taiya
wo purana tha jamana
dekho aaya kya jamana
shahjahan ka taj dekho
shahjahan ka taj dekho
chah bna hai aaj dekho
shahjahan ka taj dekho
chah bna hai aaj dekho


mile jo yaar mauka watan ki dhul becho
najar ko deke dhoka kafan ka phul becho
najar ko deke dhoka kafan ka phul becho
mile jo yaar mauka watan ki dhul becho
payar becho payar becho payar becho
dil becho dildaar becho
rasmo riwaj becho
darmo samaj becho chand sitare becho

becho becho, becho becho, becho becho, becho becho
suno suno ye meharba, publicity se tum yahan
chandi ko sona, sona, sone ko heera bana ke becho
becho becho, becho becho, becho becho, becho becho
suno suno ye meharba , publicity se tum yahan
chandi ko sona , sona , sone ko heera bana ke becho
becho becho, becho becho, becho becho, becho becho

Friends, this age of the gilded lie,
Where a touch of gloss buys the hungry eye.
Listen close, you who seek the market's grace,
Listen close, in this public space:
Turn silver to gold, then gold to diamond bright,
Listen close, in this deceptive light.
Turn silver to gold, and gold to diamond shine,
Sell, sell, sell, the illusion is yours and mine.

This is the age of the maiden's sway,
Listen close, to what I say.
No stories, no spice, just the bait of a gaze,
Sell their beauty, their blossoming days.
Sell their allure, and the dark of their hair,
Sell their form, and the blush they bear.
Sell their lips, their seductive stride,
And then watch the coins they cannot hide.
Adorn them, and sell, sell, sell,
Sell, sell, sell, the spell.

Listen close, you who seek the market's grace,
Listen close, in this public space:
Turn silver to gold, then gold to diamond bright,
Listen close, in this deceptive light.
Turn silver to gold, and gold to diamond shine,
Sell, sell, sell, the illusion is yours and mine.
Sell, sell, sell, sell, sell,
Silver chickens, and golden polish,
Poor man's oil, honey's lavish.
Look closely now, at what you're shown,
Look closely, money rules alone.

No bread to eat, no cloth to wear,
Yet fear the crowd, and still they dare.
To bring forth children, in a world of strife,
Where joy is printed, in the lie of life.
Life unfolds, in a queue's slow grind,
For two meals a day, their souls entwined.
Man is sold, in the market's hold,
Ta ta thaiya ta ta thaiya
Forget the kin, in this maze we're told
Ta ta thaiya ta ta thaiya
Ta ta thaiya ta ta thaiya, that old time gone by
Behold the age, the Taj Mahal's gleam,
Behold the Taj, now brewing tea it would seem.
Behold the Taj, now brewing tea it would seem.

If a chance you find, sell the soil of the land,
Deceive the eye, sell the funeral strand.
Deceive the eye, sell the flowers of death,
If a chance you find, sell the soil of the land.
Sell love, sell love, sell love, the heart you must rend,
Sell your faith, your culture, the stars that transcend.

Sell, sell, sell, sell, sell,
Listen close, you who seek the market's grace,
Listen close, in this public space:
Turn silver to gold, then gold to diamond bright,
Listen close, in this deceptive light.
Turn silver to gold, and gold to diamond shine,
Sell, sell, sell, the illusion is yours and mine.