bacho logo dhire dhire dhakka lagao
hat jao hat jao hat jao
hat jao hat jao hat jao bazu hat jao
are meena ki gadi aayi bazu hat jao
ye hai sadak galicha nahi
babu ka tumhare bagicha nahi
hat jao hat jao hat jao bazu hat jao
are meena ki gadi aayi bazu hat jao

chapal jo sar pe pad jayegi nani teri tujhe yad aayegi
chapal jo sar pe pad jayegi nani teri tujhe yad aayegi
pili hai jitni utar jayegi pili hai jitni utar jayegi
piyla hai are piyla hai
piyla hai mar piyla hai mar mar jor se mar
hat jao hat jao hat jao bazu hat jao
are meena ki gadi aayi bazu hat jao

utha uthake rakhan mere piche aana
jor lagake haiya
jor jor se dhakka mat maro
jor jor se dhakka mat maro
are tedhe medhe dhakke mat lagana
sidhe sadhe dhakke lagana
do ghodo wali ye tam tam nahi
chara or pani ka bhi gum nahi
do ghodo wali ye tam tam nahi
chara or pani ka bhi gum nahi
cycle meri car se kam nahi
cycle meri car se kam nahi

o dekho jamadar chedla hai chedla hai chedla hai
are jamadar ko nahi hawaldar khada hai
hat jao hat jao hat jao bazu hat jao
are meena ki gadi aayi bazu hat jao
ye hai sadak galicha nahi
babu ka tumhare bagicha nahi
hat jao hat jao hat jao bazu hat jao
are meena ki gadi aayi bazu hat jao

Children, gently, a nudge, a shove,
Step aside, away, move,
Clear the path, clear the way, give space,
Meena's chariot comes, find your place.

This road's not a carpet, you see,
Nor your master's private greenery.
Step aside, away, move,
Meena's chariot comes, find your place.

If a slipper should land on your head,
Your grandmother's memory, you'll have to wed.
As the yellow fades, as the color leaves,
As the yellow fades, as the color leaves,
Yellow's the word, so hit, hard and true,
Step aside, away, move,
Meena's chariot comes, find your place.

Lift and follow, behind me tread,
With strength and heave, let it be said.
Do not shove and push with might,
Do not stray from the proper light.
No two-horse carriage, this you see,
No worries for fodder, nor thirst to be.
No two-horse carriage, this you see,
No worries for fodder, nor thirst to be.
My bicycle's no less than a car,
My bicycle shines, surpassing afar.

Oh, the sweeper's been teased, taunted, and stirred,
But it's the constable who stands and is heard.
Step aside, away, move,
Meena's chariot comes, find your place.
This road's not a carpet, you see,
Nor your master's private greenery.
Step aside, away, move,
Meena's chariot comes, find your place.