ae chote kya item jareli hai baap
angar hi angar hai baba
fantas me wantas le maza
abe andhe kiske pichhe
padela hai ye chhabis nahi
btish hai btish hai
bhaut purana piece hai baap
kalti ho ja

dekho dekho hai kamaal ki
ho kudi dekho ye mobile ki
iski nagin jaisi dekho chaal
aur tamatar jaise laal gal hey
dekho dekho hai kamaal ki
ho kudi dekho ye mobile ki
iski nagin jaisi dekho chaal
aur tamatar jaise laal gal
o gauri tere gal laal laal
o gauri tere gal laal laal
o gauri tere gal laal laal
o gauri tere gal laal laal
isme hai tauba tauba kaise kaise
jawani ke jalwe tere
haye re haye nakhre tere
haye re haye jalwe tere
haye re haye nakhre tere
na yu aankhon se teer mar
dil to hai taiyar ishq mein mar mitne
o ho o nakhre
haye re haye nakhre tere
haye re haye jalwe tere
haye re haye nakhre tere
na yu aankhon se teer mar
dil to hai taiyar ishq mein mar mitne

oye oye oye oye
tera na koi jawab baliye
tu hai aisi kudi
gira ke bijliya gauriye
kis gali tu chali
tera na koi jawab baliye
tu hai aisi kudi
gira ke bijliya gauriye
kis gali tu chali
sun zara dil ki dhadkan re
suljhade dil ki uljhan re
sun zara dil ki dhadkan re
suljhade dil ki uljhan re
tera na koi jawab baliye
tu hai aisi kudi
tu zara palat raaho mein khade
deewane hai tere
haye re haye nakhre tere
haye re haye jalwe tere
haye re haye nakhre tere
na yu aankhon se teer mar
dil to hai taiyar ishq mein mar mitne ho ho
haye re haye nakhre tere
haye re haye jalwe tere
haye re haye nakhre tere
na yu aankhon se teer mar
dil to hai taiyar ishq mein mar mitne

jhkaas
pichhe pichhe tere
mumbai saher ye chalne laga
aisi chabhi hai tu har dil
tujhpe machalne laga
tra tra pa pp pa
l l l la la la
pichhe pichhe tere
mumbai saher ye chalne laga
aisi chabhi hai tu har dil
tujhpe machalne laga
pehla mera numbar le
rakh mujhe dil ke andar re
pehla mera numbar le
rakh mujhe dil ke andar re
pichhe pichhe tere
mumbai saher ye chalne laga
jyada na akad haath ye pakad
saath chal tu mere
haye re haye nakhre tere
haye re haye jalwe tere
haye re haye nakhre tere
na yu aankhon se teer mar
dil to hai taiyar ishq mein mar mitne
o ho o nakhre tere
haye re haye jalwe tere
haye re haye nakhre tere
na yu aankhon se teer mar
dil to hai taiyar ishq mein mar mitne
dil to hai taiyar ishq mein mar mitne

Little one, what fiery sparks you cast,
Father, a blaze, only a blaze, he is vast.
In fantasy, find delight, where shadows creep,
Whose chase is this, while secrets sleep?
Twenty-six, no, thirty-two they are,
A relic ancient, a forgotten star.
Father, make way, become unseen.

Behold, a marvel, this maiden fair,
Behold, the mobile's siren snare!
Her serpent walk, a tempting guise,
And cheeks, like crimson, before our eyes.
Behold, a marvel, this maiden fair,
Behold, the mobile's siren snare!
Her serpent walk, a tempting guise,
And cheeks, like crimson, before our eyes.
Oh, fair one, your cheeks, a burning red,
Within them, a world of vows unsaid, unled.
Your youth's display, a dazzling show,
Oh, these tantrums, oh, how they flow!
Oh, these tantrums, oh, how they flow!
From eyes, no arrows need be cast,
The heart, prepared, in love to be surpassed.
Oh, these tantrums, oh, how they flow!
Oh, these tantrums, oh, how they flow!
From eyes, no arrows need be cast,
The heart, prepared, in love to be surpassed.

Oy, oy, oy, oy, you have no equal, dear,
A goddess, lightning in your sphere.
Through what street do you tread?
You have no equal, said.
You are a goddess, lightning in your sphere.
Through what street do you tread?
Hear now the heart's quickened beat,
Untangle the heart's defeat.
Hear now the heart's quickened beat,
Untangle the heart's defeat.
You have no equal, said.
You are a goddess, turn around,
The crazed ones, wait in the ground.
Oh, these tantrums, oh, how they flow!
Oh, these tantrums, oh, how they flow!
From eyes, no arrows need be cast,
The heart, prepared, in love to be surpassed.
Oh, these tantrums, oh, how they flow!
Oh, these tantrums, oh, how they flow!
From eyes, no arrows need be cast,
The heart, prepared, in love to be surpassed.

Dazzling, behind you,
Mumbai city starts to move.
A key you are, for every heart,
Each one now swayed, a lover's art.
Tra tra pa pap pa la la la la.
Behind you,
Mumbai city starts to move.
A key you are, for every heart,
Each one now swayed, a lover's art.
Take my number, it is mine,
Keep me inside your heart's design.
Take my number, it is mine,
Keep me inside your heart's design.
Behind you,
Mumbai city starts to move.
Don't be proud, hold my hand,
Walk with me through the land.
Oh, these tantrums, oh, how they flow!
Oh, these tantrums, oh, how they flow!
From eyes, no arrows need be cast,
The heart, prepared, in love to be surpassed.
Oh, these tantrums, oh, how they flow!
Oh, these tantrums, oh, how they flow!
From eyes, no arrows need be cast,
The heart, prepared, in love to be surpassed.