haan inke unche unche dream
cooker maare jaise stream
inke unche unche dream
cooker maare jaise stream
khade sitiya bajaaye muh gol karke
daddy ji ke batuyein main aaye hole karke
aa gaye ji oye, aa gaye ji punjab ke sher
with bhangra bistar beer bate
aa gaye ji punjab ke sher
with bhangra bistar beer bate
aa gaye ji punjab ke sher
with bhangra bistar beer bate

haan yaaron main inke hoti hello hi gaali se
hum jo ho aaju baaju thirkein kawaali se
o soniyo kitta
hello vello kya karni goro ka giddha saara
aankhon main daale aankhein hum bole kiddan yaara
hey saari duniya ho jaise hath jod ke khadi
kuchh kiya na karaaya har baat pe tadi
haan aa gaye ji oye, aa gaye ji punjab ke sher
with bhangra bistar beer bate
aa gaye ji punjab ke sher
with bhangra bistar beer bate

subah subah muh apna beer se dhote hain
thaane hi jaake sudhre ye aise khote hain
o ji take it or leave it
thaane bhi reh lenge hum seh lenge jo hai sehna
makke ki roti saag leke tu aati rehna
khote dil ke bure nahin shakal aisi hain
dil pet se juda hai ye akal aisi hain
aa gaye ji oye, teri to
aa gaye ji punjab ke sher
with bhangra bistar beer bate

haay inke unche unche dream
cooker maare jaise stream
khade sitiya bajaaye muh gol karke
daddy ji ke batuyein main aaye hole karke
aa gaye ji oye, aa gaye ji punjab ke sher
with bhangra bistar beer bate
aa gaye ji punjab ke sher
with bhangra bistar beer bate
aa gaye ji punjab ke sher
with bhangra bistar beer bate

Their lofty dreams, a torrent's surge,
Like curs unleashed, a forceful urge.
Whistles blown, mouths round in glee,
Holes they carve in daddy's treasury.
Here they come, oh, the lions of Punjab,
With Bhangra, beds, and beer's bluster, and hubub
Here they come, oh, the lions of Punjab,
With Bhangra, beds, and beer's bluster, and hubub
Here they come, oh, the lions of Punjab,
With Bhangra, beds, and beer's bluster, and hubub

Their greeting's a hello, a curse's bite,
We sway, we dance, in a qawwali's light.
Oh, darlings, what's new?
No need for foreign dances, their shallow show,
We meet their eyes, "Kiddan yaara?" we bestow.
Hear us, gather round, as if in prayer,
Yet every task undone, each word a snare.
Here they come, oh, the lions of Punjab,
With Bhangra, beds, and beer's bluster, and hubub
Here they come, oh, the lions of Punjab,
With Bhangra, beds, and beer's bluster, and hubub

Each dawn, their faces bathed in ale's cold spray,
To the station they must go, to clear their way.
Take it, leave it, let it be.
The station walls, a trial we embrace,
And come what may, we'll find our space.
Cornbread's embrace, the greens you bring,
Though hearts are flawed, the spirit takes wing.
Hearts joined to bellies, such wisdom they own,
Here they come, oh, the lions of Punjab,
With Bhangra, beds, and beer's bluster, and hubub
Their lofty dreams, a torrent's surge,
Like curs unleashed, a forceful urge.
Whistles blown, mouths round in glee,
Holes they carve in daddy's treasury.
Here they come, oh, the lions of Punjab,
With Bhangra, beds, and beer's bluster, and hubub
Here they come, oh, the lions of Punjab,
With Bhangra, beds, and beer's bluster, and hubub
Here they come, oh, the lions of Punjab,
With Bhangra, beds, and beer's bluster, and hubub