chin nahi japan nahi
na america na rus
hindustan me rahta hu ji
mat hona mayus
likh lo mera pata huzur
bambai me basti chengurwala
gopichand jasus gopichand jasus
chin nahi japan nahi
na america na rus

ek samay ki baat suno
yu jana tha humko africa
haba haba haba ri haba haba haba ri
lekin apni hi masti me
ja pahunche sidhe america
hollywood wale chillaye
gopichand bharat se aaye
james bond ne humse puchha
kya tu sikha naya tarika
sari duniya me mashur
bambai me basti chengurwala
gopichand jasus gopichand jasus
chin nahi japan nahi
na america na rus

paris ki har ek hasina
pyar humi se karti hai ji
charlie chaplin charlie chaplin
london ki har gori chitti
jikar humara karti hai ji
we love you we love you
husn mila tha berlin me
ishq hua hai german me
europe ki to sari janta
naam pe apne marti hai ji
sari duniya me mashur
bambai me basti chengurwala
gopichand jasus gopichand jasus
chin nahi japan nahi
na america na rus
hindustan me rahta hu ji
mat hona mayus
likh lo mera pata huzur
bambai me basti chengurwala
gopichand jasus gopichand jasus
gopichand jasus gopichand jasus

Not China, not Japan,
Nor America, nor Russia's land.
In Hindustan, my spirit dwells,
Do not despair, let hope compel.
Write down my address, if you please,
In Mumbai's heart, where life finds ease,
Cheungurwala's humble street,
Gopichand the spy, his story sweet.
Gopichand the spy, his legend's name,
Not China, not Japan,
Nor America, nor Russia's flame.

A tale I tell, of bygone days,
To Africa, our charted ways.
Haba, haba, haba re, haba, haba, haba re,
But lost in dreams, in joyful haze,
To America, in a sunlit maze.
Hollywood cried, a wondrous sound,
"Gopichand from India, renowned!"
James Bond inquired, with curious grace,
"Do you know a novel way to chase?"
Worldwide fame, the whispers bloom,
In Mumbai's heart, dispelling gloom,
Cheungurwala's humble street,
Gopichand the spy, his story sweet.
Gopichand the spy, his legend's name,
Not China, not Japan,
Nor America, nor Russia's flame.

Each Paris beauty, with eyes so bright,
For me, their love takes endless flight.
Charlie Chaplin, Charlie Chaplin,
In London town, where shadows play,
Each fair-skinned maiden, softly say,
"We love you, we love you."
Beauty found in Berlin's guise,
Love's true form, in German skies.
All of Europe, in a fervent plea,
Upon my name, their hearts set free.
Worldwide fame, the whispers bloom,
In Mumbai's heart, dispelling gloom,
Cheungurwala's humble street,
Gopichand the spy, his story sweet.
Gopichand the spy, his legend's name,
Not China, not Japan,
Nor America, nor Russia's flame.
In Hindustan, my spirit dwells,
Do not despair, let hope compels.
Write down my address, if you please,
In Mumbai's heart, where life finds ease,
Cheungurwala's humble street,
Gopichand the spy, his story sweet.
Gopichand the spy, his legend's name,
Gopichand the spy, his legend's fame.