mithai ki dukan
mithai ki dukan meri dili ke bazar
ho babu dilli ke bazar
ho dilli ke bazar
ho dilli ke bazar
dilli ke bazar
mithai ki dukan meri dili ke bazar
ho babu dilli ke bazar

ha laddu mai bechu ha barfi mai bechu
laddu mai bechu ha barfi mai bechu
nagad lu paise du na udhaar
nagad lu paise du na udhaar
dili ke bazar
mithai ki dukan meri dili ke bazar
ho babu dilli ke bazar

kalkatte se aaye bengali
kalkatte se aaye bengali
dhoti pahne dilli khali
haaye raam dhoti pahne dilli khali
muh me pani jeb hai khali
muh me pani jeb hai khali
mol kare har chiz ka babu
paiso se lachar
paiso se lachar
mithai ki dukan meri dili ke bazar
ho babu dilli ke bazar

pindi se aaye punjabi aaye punjabi
aaye punjabi
mithi mithi bat banaye ha baat banaye
tarah tarah ki chiz mangaye, chiz mangaye
khaye aur hazam kar jaye ho jaye farrar
dili ke bazar
mithai ki dukan meri dili ke bazar
ho babu dilli ke bazar

surat se aaye gujrati
mange patli dal chapati dal chapati
are jara bhi laz na aati
samjha kya hai ye asptaal
ho o samjha kya hai ye asptaal
kya aaye yaha bimar
mithai ki dukan meri dili ke bazar
ho babu dilli ke bazar

A Sweet Shop

In Delhi's bustling bazaar, my sweet shop stands,
Oh, Delhi's bazaar,
Oh, Delhi's bazaar,
Oh, Delhi's bazaar,
Delhi's bazaar.
In Delhi's bustling bazaar, my sweet shop stands,
Oh, Delhi's bazaar.

Ladoos I sell, and barfi too, I do,
Ladoos I sell, and barfi too,
Cash I take, no credit here, it's true,
Cash I take, no credit too.
Delhi's bazaar,
In Delhi's bustling bazaar, my sweet shop stands,
Oh, Delhi's bazaar.

From Calcutta, the Bengalis arrive,
From Calcutta, the Bengalis arrive,
Dhoti-clad, Delhi they strive,
Oh Ram, Dhoti-clad, Delhi they strive,
Mouths water, empty their pockets are,
Mouths water, empty their pockets are,
They bargain on each sweet, alas,
By money, they're held afar,
By money, they're held afar,
In Delhi's bustling bazaar, my sweet shop stands,
Oh, Delhi's bazaar.

From Punjab, the Punjabis appear,
From Punjab, the Punjabis appear,
Sweet words they weave, and the sweetness they hold dear,
Sweet words they weave, and the sweetness they hold dear,
They feast and digest, then vanish from view, it's clear,
Delhi's bazaar,
In Delhi's bustling bazaar, my sweet shop stands,
Oh, Delhi's bazaar.

From Surat, the Gujaratis come,
Seeking thin dal and roti, some,
Oh, have they no shame, these weary ones?
They think this is a hospital, they hum,
Oh, they think this is a hospital, they hum,
Are they here, the ailing ones?
In Delhi's bustling bazaar, my sweet shop stands,
Oh, Delhi's bazaar.