are mangne wale maang rahe hai
mangne wale maang rahe hai
pane wala kahta hai
jab deta hai upar wala
chappar phad ke deta hai
jab deta hai upar wala
chappar phad ke deta hai
deta hai bhai deta hai
deta hai bhai deta hai
chappar phad ke deta hai

mangne wale maang rahe hai
pane wala kahta hai
jab deta hai upar wala
chappar phad ke deta hai
jab deta hai upar wala
chappar phad ke deta hai

mai line me khada hu
mera number jis din aayega
dekhna yaro tum ghar mera
noto se bhar jayega

sabse pahle ek sone ka
uncha mahal banaunga
michael jackson, medona ko
jab chahu nachwaaunga
america se rashtarpati
khud hath milaane aayega
hath milaane se pahle
wo thoda sa ghabrayega
mai bolunga hath mila le
mai bolunga hath mila le
are tension kaahe ko leta hai
jab deta hai upar wala
chappar phad ke deta hai
jab deta hai upar wala
chappar phad ke deta hai
deta hai bhai deta hai
chappar phad ke deta hai
deta hai bhai deta hai
chappar phad ke deta hai

shadi karke honeymoon pe
chand pe mai bhi jaunga
ek saal ke baad laut ke
chand se wapis aaunga
chand ka tukda god me hoga
daddy daddy bolega
heere moti jade khilaune
khel khel me todega
apne hindustan se phir mai
dur garibi kar dunga
jo bhi khali jeb milegi
mai noto se bhar dunga
wo meri bhi sunega ek din
wo meri bhi sunega ek din
mera dil bhi kahta hai
jab deta hai upar wala
chappar phad ke deta hai
jab deta hai upar wala
chappar phad ke deta hai
deta hai bhai deta hai
chappar phad ke deta hai
deta hai bhai deta hai
chappar phad ke deta hai
deta hai bhai deta hai
chappar phad ke deta hai

They who beg, still beg and plead,
While the receiver whispers low,
"When the Giver gives, indeed,
He tears the roof, and overflows."
When the Giver gives, indeed,
He tears the roof, and overflows.
He gives, my friends, He gives indeed,
He tears the roof, and overflows.

They who beg, still beg and plead,
While the receiver whispers low,
"When the Giver gives, indeed,
He tears the roof, and overflows."
When the Giver gives, indeed,
He tears the roof, and overflows.

In the line, I stand and wait,
For the day my turn will come,
Friends, behold my grand estate,
Overflowing, overcome!

First, a palace, soaring high,
Wrought of gold, a gleaming grace,
Michael, Madonna, at my eye,
Will dance before my smiling face.
From America, the President,
Will seek my hand, a humble plea,
A touch of fear, his heart is bent,
Before he offers it to me.
I'll say, "Embrace, don't be afraid,"
I'll say, "Embrace, and cast off fear,"
"Why worry, friend, why be dismayed?"
When the Giver gives, so clear,
He tears the roof, and overflows.
When the Giver gives, indeed,
He tears the roof, and overflows.
He gives, my friends, He gives indeed,
He tears the roof, and overflows.

Married then, on honeymoon,
To the moon, I'll take my flight,
After a year, beneath the moon,
I’ll return, a glorious sight.
A moon-child cradled in my arm,
Will call me "Daddy", pure and sweet,
With jeweled toys, safe from harm,
Will play, his tiny hands complete.
From India, I'll banish want,
Fill empty pockets, far and wide,
And the heart's yearning, God will grant,
My heart believes, deep inside,
When the Giver gives, indeed,
He tears the roof, and overflows.
When the Giver gives, indeed,
He tears the roof, and overflows.
He gives, my friends, He gives indeed,
He tears the roof, and overflows.