akkad bakkad bambey bo
80, 90 poore 100
raat ke baj gaye paune 2
jo hota hai hone do

akkad bakkad bambey bo
80, 90 poore 100
raat ke baj gaye paune 2
jo hota hai hone do

akkad bakkad bambey bo
80, 90 poore 100
raat ke baj gaye paune 2
jo hota hai hone do

akkad bakkad bambey bo
80, 90 poore 100
raat ke baj gaye paune 2
jo hota hai hone do

akkad bakkad akkad bakkad
akkad bakkad akkad bakkad

kudi tu ik lonely
nache hauli hauli
peeke bas peg do tu aise kyun hai doli
kudiyan da gang te mundeyan di toli
kaafi kuch hoga but slowly slowly

naach naach ke thak gaya hoon
daaru peeke akk gaya hoon
mujhko ninni aa rahi hai
saath mein apne sone do

akkad bakkad bambey bo
80, 90 poore 100
raat ke baj gaye paune 2
jo hota hai hone do

akkad bakkad bambey bo
80, 90 poore 100
raat ke baj gaye paune 2
jo hota hai hone do

akkad bakkad akkad bakkad
akkad bakkad akkad bakkad

yeh na socheyo tu ke, hoon main teri anti
but teri zubaan chalti hai jaise kenchi
club mein aayi hoon bas party karne
tu kyun faltu mein hua firta hai senti

chal yahan se taap le tu
rasta apna naap le tu
meter mera hil gaya toh
kaan ke neeche doongi do

akkad bakkad bambey bo
80, 90 poore 100
raat ke baj gaye paune
jo hota hai hone do

akkad bakkad bambey bo
80, 90 poore 100
raat ke baj gaye paune 2
jo hota hai hone do

akkad bakkad bambey bo
80, 90, pure 100
tata bye bye karde baby
ab tu apne boyfriend ko

akkad bakkad bambey bo
80, 90, pure 100
tata bye bye karde baby
ab tu apne boyfriend ko

akkad bakkad akkad bakkad
akkad bakkad akkad bakkad
akkad bakkad akkad bakkad
akkad bakkad akkad bakkad

akkad bakkad bambey bo
80, 90 poore 100
raat ke baj gaye paune 2
jo hota hai hone do

A tick-tock rhyme, a counting game,
Ninety souls, then all the same.
The clock strikes half past one, I see,
Let what unfolds, simply be.

A tick-tock beat, a rhythmic sway,
A lone girl dances, come what may.
Two pegs she drinks, a fragile plea,
Why does she sway so cautiously?
Girls in a flock, boys in a throng,
Much will happen, where we belong.
I dance and tire, the liquor's hold,
Sleep beckons now, a story told.
Let me slumber, beside me, unfold.

A tick-tock rhyme, a counting game,
Ninety souls, then all the same.
The clock strikes half past one, I see,
Let what unfolds, simply be.

A tick-tock beat, a rhythmic sway,
Don't you ponder who I may be?
Your tongue it cuts, a scissor's art,
I came to dance, to play my part.
Why be sentimental, in this space?
Find your own path, depart this place.
If my temper flares, you will learn,
A slap upon your ear, you'll earn.

A tick-tock rhyme, a counting game,
Ninety souls, then all the same.
The clock strikes half past one, I see,
Let what unfolds, simply be.