aaiya aaiya ho aaiya aaiya
bikata hai sona mitthi ke mol, bikati hai mitthi sone ke mol
bikata hai sona mitthi ke mol, bikati hai mitthi sone ke mol
bikata hai sona mitthi ke mol, bikati hai mitthi sone ke mol
bol bol bol bol bol bol are bol bole bol tujhko kya chahiye
bol bol bole tujhko kya chahiye
are bol bole bol tujhko kya chahiye
aashiq hu mai dildar hu
aashiq hu mai dildar hu is darde dil ka bimar hu
mujhko darde dil ki dava chahiye
bol bole bol tujhko kya chahiye
mujhko darde dil ki dava chahiye

sunlo meri ye dastaa vo hai hasi mai naujawaa
marta hu mai uspe hazur kaise rahu mai us se dur
milne nahi dete ye log mujhe laga ye gham ka rog
bas apki bas apki dua chahiye hey he hey e

teri hasi mehabub ka kya naam hai, kya hai pata
teri hasi mehabub ka kya naam hai, aur kya hai pata
jane jigar jane gajal is sahar me, hai uska mahal
kya vo tujhe mil jayegi dil ki kali khil jayegi
kya vo tujhe mil jayegi dil ki kali khil jayegi
thoda sa bas thoda sa bas hosala chahiye
thoda sa bas thoda sa bas hosala chahiye
bol bole bol tujhko kya chahiye
mujhko darde dil ki dava chahiye

tu mange to mil jayega varna jaha hil jayega
barat hum le jayenge usko utha kar le jayenge
yaro ka to naukar hu mai, hero hai tu jokar hu mai
are jokar hu mai ha ha jokar hu mai
karata hu mai tujhko salam, mai aaj se tera gulam
bas mujhko bas mujhko meri dilrubba chahiye
bas mujhko meri dilrubba chahiye
bas mujhko meri dilrubba chahiye
aaiya aaiya ho aaiya aaiya
aaiya aaiya ho aaiya aaiya
aaiya aaiya ho aaiya aaiya

A-yai-ya, A-yai-ya, Oh A-yai-ya, A-yai-ya
Gold is sold for dust's low price, dust is prized like gold's embrace.
Gold is sold for dust's low price, dust is prized like gold's embrace.
Gold is sold for dust's low price, dust is prized like gold's embrace.
Speak, speak, speak, speak, speak, oh speak, speak, what do you crave?
Speak, speak, speak, what do you crave?
Oh, speak, speak, speak, what do you crave?
I am love's devotee, a heart's beloved,
I am love's devotee, a heart's beloved, sick with this aching heart's woe.
I need the medicine for this heart's despair.
Speak, speak, speak, what do you crave?
I need the medicine for this heart's despair.

Listen now, my tale of woe, of her radiant youth's soft glow.
I die for her, oh sovereign heart, how can I bear to be apart?
These people, they will not let me meet, this sorrow, a disease, complete.
Only your, only your, prayers I need, Heh Heh Heh Aye.

Your laughing love, what is her name, her dwelling place, what fame?
Your laughing love, what is her name, and where is she to be found?
Soul of my soul, knowing the song, within this desert, where she belong.
Will you find her, will your heart bloom, will your heart's flower now perfume?
Will you find her, will your heart bloom, will your heart's flower now perfume?
Just a little, just a little, courage is what I need.
Just a little, just a little, courage is what I need.
Speak, speak, speak, what do you crave?
I need the medicine for this heart's despair.

If you ask, you shall receive, or else the world will interweave.
A wedding procession we shall bring, and we shall take her, on the wing.
Friends, a servant, I confess, a hero you, a clown, no less.
Oh, a clown am I, Ha Ha, a clown am I!
I offer you my humble greet, from today, at your feet.
Only my, only my, heart's beloved I crave.
Only my heart's beloved I crave.
Only my heart's beloved I crave.
A-yai-ya, A-yai-ya, Oh A-yai-ya, A-yai-ya
A-yai-ya, A-yai-ya, Oh A-yai-ya, A-yai-ya
A-yai-ya, A-yai-ya, Oh A-yai-ya, A-yai-ya