Black money, white money,
White black, black white
Now-a-days engaging us most,
But only one thing know we not,
Who is but black
And who white?

Only the country joker left with
The bundles of Rs. 500 and 1000 denominations
Repenting with the head on the palm
As for having not deposited
In his name
And that too procured from
From a well-wisher after the expiry.

Black money, white money,
White money, black money,
This the talk of today,
People in the city talking about,
In the country talking about,
Who has but what
With the head on the palm?

Those who have not are joking,
Those who have are repenting,
What to be done with,
How to line up and queue,
All feeling cashless,
The banks and the ATMs too
Without plenty of money?

Wherever go you they are talking,
They are talking,
Black money, white money,
White money, black money,
Black money, white money,
White money, black money,
They rhyming it well and misspelling too.

Who has what, who has what,
Who has what, if in excess give us,
Give us, your black money,
We shall turn them into white,
White, but throw you not
Your black, black money,
Saying and joking and smiling bitingly?