sare jahan se achcha
cant even afford a bloody kachchha
i dont that pasta indians, sorry, eggjactly
sab chalta hai, sab bikta hai
sab chalta hai, sab bikta hai

mera bharat hai mahan, phir bhi sab hai pareshan
paisa power hi pehchan
sab chalta hai, sab bikta yahan
band hain aankhe, muh aur kaan
khol li kursi ki dukan, corruption apna iman
sab chalta hai, sab bikta yahan

india thi sone ki yeh chidiya, whats that
just check the wikipedia
kya hua, kab hua, kyun hua, kaise hua
maal tha hamara par gore khel gaye jua
cut to the 1947, seven, ab desh hoga heaven

ding dong the bell, splash in the well
heaven hua popat and now eleven hells
bhagalpur, bofors, bhopal, lokpal
gujarat, ayodhya, mumbai ka dekho haal
all is well, all is well ghanta

foreign scam, colgate, cricket ho ya tail
bigshot jhol karo and take the bail
politics, politics kya hai yeh khel
upar deshbhakti neeche country for sale
hum iski lenge, hum uski lenge
woh lenge hum denge ye 2g, 3g itne sare kand
khulte hai jab kand, phat jati hai pant
what you thaughts

common wealth to dekho pat gayi hai
aur common man ki jeb kat gayi hai
main bhi anna, main bhi anna, dum nahi hai
aur common bhi kuchh kam nahi hai

doodh wala, paav wala, tail wala
rickshaw wala, sabzi wala, phone wala
cable wala, film wala, motor wala
taxi wala, raddi wala, istri wala

jhoothe ka hai bol-bala, kaam hai sara jhol wala
jhol jhol jhol jhol
khambhe se bijli churate, kanto ko use hai late
heroine ke pimple ko bhi dekho yeh headline banate
paani me hai dudh milate, sabzi me hai ghas khilate

mera bharat hai mahan, phir bhi sab hain pareshan
paisa power hi pehchan
sab chalta hai, sab bikta yahan
band hai aankhe, muh aur kaan
khol li kursi ki dukan, corruption apna iman
sab chalta hai, sab bikta yahan

babes kitne minute ho gaye, two and half minutes
how the long should it be, ten inches
you bloody paavli kam, i mean the songs
four and half minutes
itne shabd nahi hai mere paas
ek kaam karo yahan ek music piece ghused do
sorry, eggjactly

mera bharat hai mahan, phir bhi sab hain pareshan
paisa power hi pehchan
sab chalta hai, sab bikta yahan
sab chalta hai, sab bikta hai
band hain aankhe, muh aur kaan

khol li kursi ki dukan, corruption apna imaan
sab chalta hai, sab bikta yahan
it hurts by the heart to say ki
meri country ki lag chuki hai waat
sau me se ninnyanabe beiman
phir bhi mera bharat mahan

but on the other hands
ek imaandar to baaki hai
ummidd par duniya kayam hai
lekin kayam to churan bhi hai
sorry, eggjactly

Best of the world, they say,
Can't even afford a damn pair of briefs today.
I don't date pasta Indians, sorry, exactly.
Anything goes, everything's for sale, they say.

My India, so grand, yet burdened by pain,
Money and power, the only gain.
Anything goes, everything's for sale,
Eyes, mouths, and ears, all sealed by the veil.
Opened the chair's shop, corruption their creed,
Anything goes, everything's for sale indeed.

India, the golden bird, what's that, you see?
Just check the Wikipedia, meticulously.
What happened, when, why, and how?
Our wealth, the white man's gambling now.
Cut to '47, a nation's birth,
Ding dong the bell, splash in the earth.
Heaven's turned to dust, a symphony of hells,
Bhagalpur, Bofors, Bhopal, and Lokpal compels.
Gujarat, Ayodhya, Mumbai's plight,
All is well, all is well, what a blight!
Ghanta.

Foreign scams, Colgate, cricket's the same,
Big shots, cheat, and take the flame.
Politics, politics, a twisted game,
Patriotism above, country for sale, a shame.
We'll take this, we'll take that,
They'll take, we'll give, that's the fat cat.
2G, 3G, a tangled mess,
When scandals erupt, the paint's in distress.
What you think?
Commonwealth games, a crushing fall,
The common man's pocket, they steal it all.
I am Anna, I am Anna, but no power they hold,
And the common, their stories untold.
Milk seller, foot seller, oil seller too,
Rickshaw wallah, vegetable seller, the phone crew.
Cable guy, movie guy, motor mechanic's call,
Taxi driver, scrap dealer, the iron's thrall.
Lies prevail, deceit's the game,
Fraud, fraud, fraud, the same.
Fraud, fraud, fraud, fraud.
Stealing power from the pole, using thorns instead,
Even heroin pimples, they make headlines spread.
Milk in the water, grass in the greens, they plead.

My India, so grand, yet burdened by pain,
Money and power, the only gain.
Anything goes, everything's for sale, they say.
Eyes, mouths, and ears, all sealed today.
Opened the chair's shop, corruption their creed,
Anything goes, everything's for sale indeed.
Babes, how many minutes passed, two and a half.
How long should it be, ten inches, that's the laugh.
You bloody pavli come, I mean the songs.
Four and a half minutes, all along.
I don't have so many words to say,
Let's add a music piece this way.
Sorry, exactly.

My India, so grand, yet burdened by pain,
Money and power, the only gain.
Anything goes, everything's for sale, they say.
Eyes, mouths, and ears, all sealed today.
Opened the chair's shop, corruption their creed,
Anything goes, everything's for sale indeed.
It hurts my heart to say,
My country's been led astray.
Ninety-nine out of a hundred, a corrupt parade,
Yet my India remains, still, the parade.
But on the other hand,
One honest soul, they withstand.
Hope sustains the world, it's true,
But even the laxative pills also renew.
Sorry, exactly.