kanna munna turr meri firki boli furr
kanna munna turr meri firki boli furr
aao tumhe sikhau bacho pyar karan ke gur gur
kanna munna turr meri firki boli furr

aao chunnu aao munnu
aao ganga ram
naye naye mai laya khilone
thoda thoda dam
har mal lagaya do aane
har chiz lagai do aane
ye mast kalandar do aane
ye chini bandar do aane
kabhi ye hasta kabhi ye rota
kabhi kare ye gurr
kanna munna turr meri firki boli furr

kyu tera kya hal hai beta
kyu tera kya hal hai beta
pas nahi kya maal hai beta
jo chahe fokat me le ja
tu bhi kisi ka lal hai beta
tu bhi kisi ka lal hai beta
ye bugga rang biranga hai
ye richh bada hi changa hai
ye jokar bada lafanga hai
ye karta sabse danga hai
iska jara sa pet dabao
ye karta hai chur
kanna munna turr meri firki boli furr

lelo ye angreji baja ye punjabi dhol
chahe nacho bhangda chahe gao rok and roll
c a t cat mane billi
r a t rat mane chuha
b a t bat mane balla
h a t hat mane topa
yahi to hai wo
tum bhi nacho gao bacho
dekar tal aur sur
tum bhi nacho gao bacho
dekar tal aur sur
kanna munna turr meri firki boli furr
aao tumhe sikhau bacho pyar karan ke gur gur
kanna munna turr meri firki boli furr

My spinning top sings, "Whee!"
My spinning top sings, "Whee!"
Come, children, I’ll teach you
The ways of love’s decree.
My spinning top sings, "Whee!"

Come, little ones, gather near,
Come, river-child, draw close,
I've brought new toys for all to see,
Each at a tiny cost.
Each treasure, just a coin,
Each marvel, priced the same,
This mystic soul, a coin,
This playful ape, a name,
Sometimes it laughs, sometimes it weeps,
Sometimes it growls with a blur,
My spinning top sings, "Whee!"

Why, little one, what troubles you?
Why, little one, what ails?
No coin to spend? No worries, friend,
Take what your heart unveils.
You too are loved, a precious one,
You too, a heart of gold.
This playful clown, so bright and bold,
This bear, a joy to hold,
This joker, wild and free,
Provoking joyful war,
Just squeeze his belly, you’ll agree,
He’ll make your soul soar.
My spinning top sings, "Whee!"

Take this English drum, and this Punjabi beat,
Dance the Bhangra, or the rock and roll you meet.
C A T, spells “cat,” you see,
R A T, “rat” for you and me,
B A T, a bat, for games and play,
H A T, a hat to wear each day.
These are the truths, the simple signs.
Now, dance and sing, dear ones,
With rhythm in your hearts,
With music in your tongues.
Now, dance and sing, dear ones,
With rhythm and with song,
My spinning top sings, "Whee!"
Come, children, I’ll teach you
The ways of love’s decree.
My spinning top sings, "Whee!"