aagre ka ghaghare ka, dekho raja jalva
are aagre ka ghaghare ka, dekho raja jalwa
mere ghaghare ka ashiq hain, sara gali mohalla
ha mumbai london america tak
macha hain iska halla ho
he he he aiyaa haiyaa aiyaa haiyaa
aiyaa haiyaa aiyaa haiyaa
aagre ka ghaghare ka, dekho rani jalwa
are aagre ka ghaghare ka, dekho rani jalwa
nahi milega nahi milega
kahin bhi aisa jalva
jalve ka tab maja hain goriya
lap ke lag ja garva aau
he he he aagre ka ghaghare ka, dekho rani jalwa

are phulo wale ghaghre pe, motiyo ka kaam hain
jisne isko pahena hain, dil uska gulam hain
are phulo wale ghaghre pe, motiyo ka kaam hain
jisne isko pahena hain, dil uska gulam hain
ha lattu si meri kamar nache
joban pe hain jadu
teri javani ki ye kkhushbu
kar degi bekabu
are aagre ka ghaghare ka, dekho raja jalva
are aagre ka ghaghare ka, dekho rani jalwa
are mere ghaghare ka ashiq hain, sara gali mohalla
mumbai london america tak
macha hain iska halla ho
he he he aiyaa haiyaa aiyaa haiyaa
aiyaa haiyaa aiyaa haiyaa

aa resham wala pahena ghaghra
ghadi ghadi balkhau
o aashiq ban jaye mori chunri
usko sajan banau

iske ek ghumeri me, lakho ke man bhatke hain
are mast hain tera ghaghra, mast ye latke jhatke hain
are iske ek ghumeri me, lakho ke man bhatke hain
are mast hain tera ghaghra, mast ye latke jhatke hain
hay ek thumke se kar dungi main, sabke hosh thikane ho
he he he he he
aagre ka ghaghare ka, dekho raja jalva
aagre ka ghaghare ka, dekho raja jalwa
mere ghaghare ka ashiq hain, sara gali mohalla
ha mumbai london america tak
macha hain iska halla ho
he he he aiyaa haiyaa aiyaa haiyaa
aiyaa haiyaa aiyaa haiyaa
aiyaa haiyaa aiyaa haiyaa
aiyaa haiyaa aiyaa haiyaa
aiyaa yaa, aiyaa yaa yaa yaa yaa

Behold the King's allure, the Ghagra's grace,
Agra's Ghagra, a captivating embrace.
Lovers abound in every street and lane,
From Mumbai to London, a joyous refrain.
The world proclaims its beauty, far and wide,
Heave, heave, a spirited tide.
Heave, heave, a spirited tide.

Behold the Queen's delight, the Ghagra's art,
Agra's Ghagra, a feast for the heart.
Nowhere will you find, a charm so bold,
Embrace the splendor, a story to be told.
Adore the grace, the love it gives,
Heave, heave, the soul now lives.

Upon the floral Ghagra, pearls reside,
Whose heart it captures, forever to abide.
Upon the floral Ghagra, pearls reside,
Whose heart it captures, forever to abide.
My waist, a spinning top, in dance so free,
My youth's enchantment, a wild decree.
Your beauty's fragrance, a potent art,
Unleashing passions, within the heart.

Behold the King's allure, the Ghagra's grace,
Agra's Ghagra, a captivating embrace.
My lovers abound in every street and lane,
From Mumbai to London, a joyous refrain.
The world proclaims its beauty, far and wide,
Heave, heave, a spirited tide.
Heave, heave, a spirited tide.

In silken Ghagra, I softly sway,
Each moment's movement, a sweet display.
Who loves my veil, in passion's fire,
I'll make my beloved, my heart's desire.

In every twirl, a thousand hearts take flight,
Your Ghagra's magic, a wondrous sight.
In every twirl, a thousand hearts take flight,
Your Ghagra's magic, a wondrous sight.
With a single twirl, I'll steal the show,
Heave, heave, the world must know.

Behold the King's allure, the Ghagra's grace,
Agra's Ghagra, a captivating embrace.
My lovers abound in every street and lane,
From Mumbai to London, a joyous refrain.
The world proclaims its beauty, far and wide,
Heave, heave, a spirited tide.
Heave, heave, a spirited tide.
Heave, heave, a spirited tide.
Aiya ya, aiya ya ya ya ya ya.