bam bam bam bole bam bam bam
babaji ki booti peeke karenge hum fun
bam bam bam bole bam bam bam
babaji ki booti peeke karenge hum fun

aaj friday isko dry day nahi banate
sexy kapde pehan ke club ko jaate
babaji ki booti peeke set ho jaate
iss friday night ko ache bache ghar nahi jaate
bolo bam bam bam, bole bam bam bam
bolo bam bam bam, bole bam bam bam

laga ke do dum chhori bole bam bam
aaj piyenge bhang dhatura aur karenge party hum
aankhe iski ho gayi laal pee kar tez kaala maal
kabhi yahan ko kabhi wahan ko chhori khud ko sambhal

sakhiyo ke sath aaj-kal roz club tu jaa rahi hai
aaj-kal ladki teri galat khabar bahut aa rahi hai
vodka chhod tu sukha nasha chadha rahi hai
roll kar paper khol ke dum lagaaye ja rahi hai

o maine pee li koi cheez nasheeli
te duniya rangeeli friday chadheya
on the floor machaaya pura shor
te bounce bit more friday chadheya

o maine pee li koi cheez nasheeli
te duniya rangeeli friday chadheya
on the floor machaaya pura shor
te bounce bit more friday chadheya

bolo bam bam bam, bole bam bam bam
bolo bam bam bam, bole bam bam bam
loud music pe thumke lagate
loud music pe thumke lagate
bolo bam bam bam, bole bam bam bam
bolo bam bam bam, bole bam bam bam

bam bam bam bole bam bam bam bolo
babaji ki booti peeke karenge hum fun
bam bam bam bole bam bam bam bolo
babaji ki booti peeke karenge hum fun

o leke papa ki lamborghini car ji
thode paise kisi aur se udhar ji
rehna assi saari raat in the bar ji
subah hangover ya ho jaaye bukhar ji

dhuaan dhuaan honthon ko jab chhuaa
dimaag khaali hua friday chadheya
ho shram kaisi logon ki aisi taisi
te baal mere messy friday chadheya

bolo bam bam bam, bole bam bam bam
bolo bam bam bam, bole bam bam bam

The rhythm booms, the rhythm booms,
A mystic brew, dispelling glooms.
The rhythm booms, the rhythm booms,
With Baba's herb, where pleasure blooms.

Friday dawns, no dryness here,
In silken threads, we banish fear.
To clubs we glide, a vibrant throng,
With Baba's brew, where we belong.
This Friday night, the good ones stray,
They dance and dream the night away.
Speak the rhythm, speak the sound,
Let the mystic beats resound.
Speak the rhythm, speak the sound,
Let the mystic beats resound.

Two puffs inhaled, the maiden cries,
Tonight we’ll drink the sacred lies.
Of hemp and thorn, the party's start,
With eyes ablaze, a fiery art.
She tastes the dark, the potent draught,
Her balance lost, her senses rafted.
With her friends, she now departs,
She goes to clubs and tears apart.
The stories of her, they abound,
Her reputation hits the ground.
She casts aside the vodka's hold,
For dry embrace, a story told.
With paper rolled, and embers bright,
She inhales the coming night.

Oh, I have drunk a heady brew,
The world transforms, anew, anew.
Friday's here, the colors gleam,
Upon the floor, a vibrant dream.
With every beat, the echoes swell,
The Friday night, a joyful spell.
Oh, I have drunk a heady brew,
The world transforms, anew, anew.
Friday's here, the colors gleam,
Upon the floor, a vibrant dream.
Speak the rhythm, speak the sound,
Let the mystic beats resound.
Speak the rhythm, speak the sound,
Let the mystic beats resound.
On loud music, the bodies sway,
On loud music, the bodies sway.
Speak the rhythm, speak the sound,
Let the mystic beats resound.
Speak the rhythm, speak the sound,
Let the mystic beats resound.

The rhythm booms, the rhythm booms,
A mystic brew, dispelling glooms.
The rhythm booms, the rhythm booms,
With Baba's herb, where pleasure blooms.

With father's Lambo, we take flight,
Some borrowed funds, to fuel the night.
We'll linger here, in bar's embrace,
The morning's haze, a fever's trace.
As smoke descends, and lips collide,
The mind grows light, the ego died.
Friday comes, let shame be gone,
My hair is wild, the night is on.
Speak the rhythm, speak the sound,
Let the mystic beats resound.
Speak the rhythm, speak the sound,
Let the mystic beats resound.