Yeh mat socho ke desh tumhe kya deta hai ... socho yeh ke tum desh ko kya de sakte ho

Pyar ki kahani ek aisa pinjra hai jis mein mann ka panchi pharphara toh sakta hai ... magar nikal nahi sakta

Khushi ke mauke par dard bhara geet chedna ... badi manhoos si baat hoti hai

Joh aadmi chori karke bhaagte huye pakda jaaye ... woh zindagi bhar bhaagta rehta hai

Meri janam patri, meri kundli, yeh degree hai ... aur iski kismat mein kitne rahu hai kitne ketu, yeh koi jyotshi nahi jaanta

Halaat jab jakad lete hai toh insaan buri se buri baat sochta hai

Naukri mile toh degree, degree ... nahi toh bigdree, bigdree

Jiski zindagi par kalank lag jaye na ... usse duniya door bhaagti hai

Do pyar karne waale jab phir se mil jaaye ... toh teesra pyar karne waala kabhi dukhi nahi hota

Joh insaan choti choti khushi ko dhoondta ho ... uske samne khushiyon ka bhandaar khul jaye ... toh usse yakeen nahi aata

Sach aur jhoot toh insaan ke chehre par likha hota hai

Roti, kapada aur makaan par kabza karne waalon ke dil ... choohe jaise hai