oye pagal ha hu oye paji ha hu are gadhe ha hu
pagal paji gadha nigoda baingan bharta kadhi pakoda
tedha tircha aira gaira jaisa bhi hu mai hu tera
mai hu apne man ka mauji par hu tere ghar ka fauji
mai hu tere hath ki lathi chhod de ab ye rutha rathi

tera gussa aaye haye ye gussa why why
tera chehra aaye haye ye jhagda why why
tu itna jo ruthegi to kah sakta hu mai bhi
okay tata bye bye haaye haaye
tera gussa aaye haye ye gussa why why why why

bhaiya mera lal tamatar hari mirch si bhabhi
babu ji ne bhari tijori pas me rakhi chabi
maa hai meri rail ka eingine
maa hai meri rail ka eingine mai hu rail ki patri
apna sara ghar lagta hai khushiyo ki ek gathri
gathri kuch hai khali dhund ke ek gharwali
najuk bholi bhali mai launga yaha
jab wo aa jayegi dil pe cha jayegi
fir to ban jayegi tu maa se dadi maa
tera gussa aaye haye ye gussa why why
tu itna jo ruthegi to kah sakta hu mai bhi
okay tata bye bye haaye haaye
tera gussa aaye haye ye gussa why why why why

gadi apni white hogi bangla hoga red
are ghar ke andar runway hoga chat pe jambo jet
sara din hum mauj karenge so jayenge khakar
aage piche piche aage honge nokar chakar
aage piche tere ho mai ghere ghere
paw dabadu tere o meri pyari ma
haiya haiya haiya tu jo kahde maiya kar du ta tha thaiya
ta tha thaiya ta tha thaiya tik tha thaiya tik tha thaiya
tir kit thaiya tir kit thaiya tir kit gud gud dha tir kit gud gud
tera thappad haye haye ye lappad why why
tu itna jo ruthegi to kah sakta hu mai bhi
okay tata bye bye okay okay tata bye bye
okay tata bye bye okay tata bye bye

Mad, yes, I am. A rogue, yes, I am. A donkey, yes, I am.
Mad, rogue, donkey, a worthless eggplant, sometimes a pakora.
Twisted, crooked, any which way, still, I am yours.
I am the master of my own heart, yet the soldier of your home.
I am the staff in your hand, so let go of this anger, this grudge.

Your anger, oh, this anger, why, oh why?
Your face, oh, this fight, why, oh why?
If you remain so cross, then I can also say,
Okay, Tata, bye-bye, alas, alas!
Your anger, oh, this anger, why, oh why, oh why?

My brother is a red tomato, my sister-in-law a green chili.
Father has a full treasury, with the key held close.
Mother is the engine of the train.
I am the railway track.
Our entire home feels like a bundle of happiness.
A bundle, somewhat empty, searching for a wife.
Delicate, innocent, I will bring her here.
When she arrives, she will conquer the heart.
Then you will become a grandmother from a mother.
Your anger, oh, this anger, why, oh why?
If you remain so cross, then I can also say,
Okay, Tata, bye-bye, alas, alas!
Your anger, oh, this anger, why, oh why, oh why?

Our car will be white, the bungalow will be red.
If there is a runway inside the house, a jumbo jet on the roof.
All day we will frolic and then sleep after eating.
Servants will be before and after, behind and before.
I will surround you, my love, in circles.
I will massage your feet, oh dearest mother.
Heya, heya, heya! If you say, mother, I will dance a Tha thaiya.
Tha thaiya, tha tha thaiya, tik tha thaiya, tik tha thaiya.
Tir kit thaiya, tir kit thaiya, tir kit gud gud dha, tir kit gud gud.
Your slap, oh, this slap, why, oh why?
If you remain so cross, then I can also say,
Okay, Tata, bye-bye, okay, okay, Tata, bye-bye.
Okay, Tata, bye-bye, okay, Tata, bye-bye.