now we call get you never call a let you go
now we call get you never call a let you go
manwa me aisa ufan jaga re
he girls lets have some fun yar
are manwa me aisa ufan jaga re
are dil ki fudakiya ko par laga re
hurre hurre hurre badmash launde
hurre badmash launde

are manwa me aisa ufan jaga re
are dil ki fudakiya ko par laga re
manwa me aisa ufan jaga re
are dil ki fudakiya ko par laga re
hurre badmash launde hurre badmash launde
your lips your hair we want to touch you everywhere
give me give me give me now give me now give me now
give me give me give me now give me now give me now
are pench na lada mujhse kat jayega
kisi ghatna jaise tu ghat jayega
mai manjha hu kacha hai tu dhaga re
kyu dil ki fudakaiya ko par laga re
hurre badmash launde

karaile karaile banaile banaiye karaile karaile ishk tu karaile
banaile banaile tu apna banaile are chori lele are gori lele
are thori lele are thori lele
are hone de hone de sone pe suhaga re
are hone de hone de hone de sone pe suhaga re
ke dil ki fudakiya ko par laga re
hurre hurre badmash launde hurre badmash launde
manwa me aisa ufan jaga re
are dil ki fudakiya ko par laga re
hurre badmash launde hurre badmash launde
hurre badmash launde hurre badmash launde
hurre badmash launde hurre badmash launde
hurre badmash launde hurre badmash launde
ho aaja meri palang tod gilhari tu warak
khet se choote bail me or tujhme kya hai fark
hatheli rama dada nahi dudh me mili kesar
chal hat hawa aane de na badha apna blood pressur
sardi me garam rajai tu teri shamat ban ke aayi hu
dil love you love you kahta hai
kisi chidiya ghar me rahta hai
ek mauka de is launde ko ye apna hunar dikhayega
dekhna maja aayega aaj bachke kaha jayega kaha jayega
hurre badmash launde hurre badmash launde

The tide within, it swells and roars,
The heart's small kite, it takes to soaring shores.
Oh, let's have fun, girls, let the revels start,
The heart's small kite takes flight, tears the world apart.

The tide within, it swells and roars,
The heart's small kite, it takes to soaring shores.
The tide within, it swells and roars,
The heart's small kite, it takes to soaring shores.
Your lips, your hair, we yearn to touch,
Give me, give me, give me now, so much.
Give me, give me, give me now, so much.

Don't tangle with me, or you'll be severed,
Like a passing event, forever unreserved.
I am the thread, you the frail kite,
Why let the heart's small kite take flight?
Let love take root, let love arise,
Become your own, before my eyes.
Steal a bit, oh, darling, take your fill,
Let it happen, let it be, a golden thrill.
Let it happen, let it be, a golden thrill.
The heart's small kite, it takes to soaring shores.

Come, my bed-breaking squirrel, my gilded delight,
What separates you from the bull, released from the night?
This hand, not a god, nor milk laced with saffron's hue,
Move aside, let the breeze blow through, cease your pressure, it's true.
I am your warm blanket in winter's cold keep,
My heart says, "I love you," deep, deep.
It lives in a birdcage, confined, it seems,
Give this boy a chance, let him fulfill his dreams.
You won't escape today, watch the game.