ye bhi kandam wo bhi kandam sare kandam nar kandam
ye bhi kandam wo bhi kandam sare kandam nar kandam
panchar hai tera chakka mai dunga agar dhakka
chalegi teri gadi chalegi teri gadi
phate na meri dhoti phate na meri dhoti
tu sambhal apni sadi panchar hai tera chakka
mai dunga agar dhakka chalegi teri gadi chalegi teri gadi
phate na meri dhoti tu sambhal apni sadi
phate na meri dhoti tu sambhal apni sadi

motar ne diya dhokha ye aake kaha ruk gayi
haye haye gadi khatara haye haye tu bhi khatara
motar ne diya dhokha ye aake kaha ruk gayi
sahro me na kuch bigda gawo me magar thuk gayi
bate hai meri sachi bate hai meri sachi ab buri ho ya achi
lage na koi kata lipte na koi jhadi
phate na meri dhoti tu sambhal apni sadi
panchar hai tera chakka mai dunga agar dhakka
chalegi teri gadi chalegi teri gadi
phate na meri dhoti tu sambhal apni sadi
phate na meri dhoti tu sambhal apni sadi

are mele me kabhi chalna mai topi dila dunga
are mele me kabhi chalna mai topi dila dunga
ho katwake teri julfe mai takli bana dunga
dhire se laga jhatke dhire se laga jhatke
chalke na tere matke
upar se lage tikhi andar se magar aadi
phate na meri dhoti tu sambhal apni sadi
panchar hai tera chakka mai dunga agar dhakka
chalegi teri gadi chalegi teri gadi
phate na meri dhoti tu sambhal apni sadi
phate na meri dhoti tu sambhal apni sadi
panchar hai tera chakka mai dunga agar dhakka
chalegi teri gadi chalegi teri gadi
phate na meri dhoti tu sambhal apni sadi
phate na meri dhoti tu sambhal apni sadi

Everything's broken, she is too, all's undone, the woman's undone.
Everything's broken, she is too, all's undone, the woman's undone.
Your wheel is flat, I'll give it a shove.
Your carriage will move, your carriage will move.
May my dhoti not tear, may my dhoti not tear.
You, tend to your sari, your wheel is flat.
I'll give it a shove, your carriage will move, your carriage will move.
May my dhoti not tear, you, tend to your sari.
May my dhoti not tear, you, tend to your sari.

The motor has betrayed, where has it come to a halt?
Alas, the broken carriage, alas, you're a wreck too!
The motor has betrayed, where has it come to a halt?
In cities, nothing's amiss, but in the village, it's all in pieces.
My words are true, my words are true, whether good or foul.
May no thorn prick, may no thicket snare.
May my dhoti not tear, you, tend to your sari.
Your wheel is flat, I'll give it a shove.
Your carriage will move, your carriage will move.
May my dhoti not tear, you, tend to your sari.
May my dhoti not tear, you, tend to your sari.

Oh, come to the fair sometime, I'll gift you a cap.
Oh, come to the fair sometime, I'll gift you a cap.
Having cut off your tresses, I'll make you bald.
Give it a gentle jolt, give it a gentle jolt.
May your pots not spill over.
Sharp from the outside, but inside, they're inclined.
May my dhoti not tear, you, tend to your sari.
Your wheel is flat, I'll give it a shove.
Your carriage will move, your carriage will move.
May my dhoti not tear, you, tend to your sari.
May my dhoti not tear, you, tend to your sari.
Your wheel is flat, I'll give it a shove.
Your carriage will move, your carriage will move.
May my dhoti not tear, you, tend to your sari.
May my dhoti not tear, you, tend to your sari.