raja beta bada hoke jayega school
o raja beta bada hoke jayega school
beta jayega school
karega padhai ya likhayi me na bhul
ha likhayi me na bhul

ye baat rahe yaad banega ustad
waah re ustad beta waah waah re ustad
baithe baithe ladko pe rob jamayega

hoga jo sharir usse bent lagayega
ji bent lagayega ji bent lagayega
phir karega raja shaadi
khush hogi amma dadi

dulhan hogi tej mijaj
karegi is par pura raaj
chulha funkwaegi roti bhi pakwaegi
baccha bhi khilwaegi
ha ha sab kuch karwaegi samjhe na
masala piswaegi
are o lala ragad masala
de ragda de ragda mol liya tha
kaahe beta shaadi ka ye jhagda

dekho dekho o dekho
bajaye shahnayi bajaye shahnayi
humare lalna ha humare lalna

The King's son, he goes to school,
Oh, the King's son, to school he'll go.
My son, to school he'll go,
To learn and read, with lessons to bestow,
Oh, never to forget, no, no.

Remember this, he'll be a master then,
A grand master, oh, what a man!
He'll sit and lord it over boys,
And with a rod, their flesh destroys,
Yes, he'll use the cane, yes, he will.
Then the King's son will wed,
And his mother, grandmother, filled with joy, they'll be led.

His bride, with a fiery heart,
Will rule him from the start.
She'll make him tend the fire,
And bake the bread, higher and higher.
She'll make him tend the child,
Oh yes, she'll have her way, my child,
She'll make him grind the spice.
Oh, son, grind the spice, don't miss!
Why, my son, this wedding fuss, this painful kiss?

Look, look, oh look and see,
The joyous trumpets play for thee,
For our beloved, yes, our own,
Our precious son, on his throne.