kaka abba bade khiladi kaka abba bade khiladi
ik duje se rahe agadi ik duje se rahe agadi
kaka ne satranj bichaye kaka ne satranj bichaye
abba hukka le kar aaye abba hukka le kar aaye

kaka bole tujhe haraye kaka bole tujhe haraye
abba tedhi aankh dikhaye abba tedhi aankh dikhaye
kaka chal jabhi le rok kaka chal jabhi le rok
abba bol uthe darpok abba bol uthe darpok
ik duje ko kahe anadi kaka abba bade khiladi

kaka chutiya pakad ghumave
kaka chutiya pakad ghumave
abba dadi khub hilave abba dadi khub hilave
abhi ladai abhi safai abhi ladai abhi safai
khel me puri sadi bitai khel me puri sadi bitai
phir bhi nahi aankh ughadi phir bhi nahi aankh ughadi
kaka abba bade khiladi ik duje se rahe agadi
kaka abba bade khiladi

khana jab thanda ho jave khana jab thanda ho jave
maa ko khub jamahi aave maa ko khub jamahi aave
bache bade shor machave bache bade shor machave
lekin ye khele hi jaye lekin ye khele hi jaye
jal jaye chahe ghar badi jal jaye chahe ghar badi
kaka abba bade khiladi kaka abba bade khiladi

The uncles, masters of the game, the uncles, masters of the game,
Forever locked in rivalry, forever locked in rivalry.
Uncle laid the chessboard out, uncle laid the chessboard out,
Uncle brought the hookah near, uncle brought the hookah near.

Uncle vowed, "I shall defeat you," uncle vowed, "I shall defeat you,"
Father glared, a fiery gaze, father glared, a fiery gaze.
Uncle paused, a move to make, uncle paused, a move to make,
Father cried, "You coward, you!" father cried, "You coward, you!"
They call each other novices still, the uncles, masters of the game.

Uncle twists a lock of hair, uncle twists a lock of hair,
Father strokes his beard in thought, father strokes his beard in thought.
Now a fight, then quick amends, now a fight, then quick amends,
A century spent in this play, a century spent in this play.
Yet their eyes remain unseeing, yet their eyes remain unseeing,
The uncles, masters of the game, forever locked in rivalry.
The uncles, masters of the game.

When the food grows cold and stale, when the food grows cold and stale,
Mother yawns, a weary sigh, mother yawns, a weary sigh.
Children shout with noisy glee, children shout with noisy glee,
But still they play, their game they keep, but still they play, their game they keep.
Though their home should burn to ash, though their home should burn to ash,
The uncles, masters of the game, the uncles, masters of the game.