♫ Tanglish lyrics
↻ English translation
Yov bottle-u
Indha bottle-u
Ribbon paatula
Kacheri pudhu roatula
Yov bottle-u
Indha bottle-u
Ribbon paatula
Kacheri pudhu roatula
Jicharula kalakalaa
Oothi vara sasikala
Thoothadi oothalam
Nambi vanthu seluthalam
Samathuvam adhu
Baana koodame
Alagiya mathuchalai
Geethame
Samathuvam adhu
Baana koodame
Alagiya mathuchalai
Geethame
Dimmappa dimara pappa
Dimmappa dimara pappa
Dimmappa dimara pappa
Dimmappa dimara pappa
Pipreepeepee
Ponna urukki oothi
Vachan paaru
Bottle la radha pera
Eluthi vachadhu yaaru
Kannu uruti nadanthu
Varra thaeru
Sogam aara thaan
Ulla vidu beeru
Kaalaila kannu mulucha
Kaiyu nadunguthu
Edhura potaathane
Shake nikkuthu
Mallaka paduthukinnu
Varanju paakuthu
Matharam potaa thane
Indha ulagam puriyuthu
Indha ulagam puriyuthu
Hey
Samathuvam adhu
Baana koodame
Alagiya mathuchalai
Geethame
Dimmappa dimara pappa
Dimmappa dimara pappa
Dimmappa dimara pappa
Dimmappa dimara pappa
Pipreepeepee
Gas u vila yeriduchunu
Kaathala kuduchom
Petrol vilai naariduchunu
Saaingalam kuduchom
Naata kooru pottu
Vikkuraanaenu
Gaandu aagi kuduchom
Onnu illatha matter kosam
Nanba overa kuduchom
Yei naalu theru thalli
Wine shop nadathuran
Adutha theru mukkula
kaaki thoppi nikiraan
Quaterkku 10 ruppai
Serthu kekkuraan
Water ku kaasu illama
Raava adikiran
Samathuvam adhu
Baana koodame
Alagiya mathuchalai
Geethame
Dimmappa dimara pappa
Dimmappa dimara pappa
Dimmappa dimara pappa
Dimmappa dimara pappa
Pipreepeepee
Kuchavan ellam
Kulanthai yaatam
Paduthu kidakuraan
Ooru vayithula
Aduchavan ellam
Nimunthu nadakuran
Sokku jippa potavan thaan
Natta kedukuran
Kudikaaran nu solluravanthan
Government nadathuran
Gandhi note ah vaangi thane
Kadaiya nadathura
Appuram gandhi jayanthi
Yenda kadaiya moodura
Oosipoona side dish ah than
Thalaiyila kattura
Ungaatha yennada nu keta
Kudikaara koo nu thittura
Dont talk bad words mammu
Dimmappa dimara pappa
Dimmappa dimara pappa
Dimmappa dimara pappa
Dimmappa dimara pappa
Pipreepeepee
Hey, bottle!
This bottle!
To a ribbon song,
A concert on the new road!
Hey, bottle!
This bottle!
To a ribbon song,
A concert on the new road!
Clinking in the mixer,
Poured out like Sasikala,
Let us pour it to the brim,
Come with trust and drink it down!
True equality is
The liquor tavern!
A beautiful tavern's
Melody!
True equality is
The liquor tavern!
A beautiful tavern's
Melody!
Dhimmappa dhimara pappa
Dhimmappa dhimara pappa
Dhimmappa dhimara pappa
Dhimmappa dhimara pappa
Pipree pee pee
Like melted gold poured out,
Look how he made it!
On the bottle, Radha's name—
Who was it that wrote it?
Rolling her eyes as she struts,
Here comes the chariot!
Just to cool down the sorrow,
Chug down the beer!
Waking up in the morning,
The hands start trembling.
Only when an eye-opener goes in,
Does the shaking stop!
Lying flat on the back,
Staring up and daydreaming...
Only when that dose goes in,
Does this world make sense!
Does this world make sense!
Hey!
True equality is
The liquor tavern!
A beautiful tavern's
Melody!
Dhimmappa dhimara pappa
Dhimmappa dhimara pappa
Dhimmappa dhimara pappa
Dhimmappa dhimara pappa
Pipree pee pee
Because gas prices went up,
We drank in the morning!
Because petrol prices went crazy,
We drank in the evening!
Because they carve up the country
And sell it away,
We got pissed off and drank!
Over things that did not even matter,
My friend, we drank way too much!
Hey, four streets away,
He runs a wine shop.
At the corner of the next street,
A khaki-capped cop stands waiting.
For a quarter bottle, ten rupees extra
He demands on top!
With no money left for water,
He gulps it down neat!
True equality is
The liquor tavern!
A beautiful tavern's
Melody!
Dhimmappa dhimara pappa
Dhimmappa dhimara pappa
Dhimmappa dhimara pappa
Dhimmappa dhimara pappa
Pipree pee pee
The one who drank his fill,
Just like a little baby,
Lies asleep on the ground.
While the one who looted
The town's very stomach,
Walks tall with his head held high!
The guy in the crisp silk shirt
Is the one ruining the nation!
The very one calling us drunks
Is the one running the government!
Taking Gandhi currency notes,
You run your liquor shop.
Then on Gandhi Jayanti,
Why do you shut the doors?
Spoiled, rotten side-snacks
You dump onto our heads!
If your mother asks who is there,
You curse us as filthy drunks!
Do not talk bad words, Mammu!
Dhimmappa dhimara pappa
Dhimmappa dhimara pappa
Dhimmappa dhimara pappa
Dhimmappa dhimara pappa
Pipree pee pee
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