From a clayware,
A clay pipe
To smoke in ganja,
Dam maro dam,
Ganja tano tum,
Hare Krishna hare Ram,
Dam maro dam,
Ganja tano tum,
Ganaja tano
Aur gana gao.
Yah kiska dam hain, bhaiyya,
Ganja ka,
Chilum she ganja leta huya.
Dam-strength, stamina, maro-take you at a stretch, ganja-marijuana
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