o madam goggle waali
don't go yun deke gaali
aan aan...
o madam goggle waali
don't go yun deke gaali
(mmmuaaah!)

haan gundon se chhudaya hai
maine tujhe bachaya hai
gundon se chhudaya hai
maine tujhe bachaya hai
haan puch le saamne janta hai
ek chumma... ek chumma...
ik chumma toh banta hai
ek chumma... ek chumma...
ek chumma toh banta hai
(mmmuaaah!)

meri jaan idhar udhar
daale kyun mujhpe nazar
mujhe toh lage lage teri fitrat se darr
jaan main jaanu jaanu teri sari saazishein
poori na hongi hongi teri farmaaishein
wallah.. teri hasratein
wallah.. teri harqatein
wallah.. teri fitratein
wallah, wallah, wallah, wallah!
o oonchi sandal wali
taali pe maar taali
aan... o oonchi sandal wali
taali pe maar taali
(mmmuaaah!)
haan gundon se chhudaya hai
maine tujhe bachaya hai
haan puch le saamne janta hai

ik chumma... ek chumma...
ik chuma toh banta hai
ek chumma... ek chumma...
ik chuma toh banta hai
ye sitam tera tera tera hai manzoor re
ye bata mera mera mera kya kusoor re
tujhe kyun apni jawaani ka hai ghuroor re
teri aankhon mein chaya chaya hai suroor re
wallah.. teri jafa
wallah.. mujhe hai pata
wallah.. na kar khata
wallah, wallah, wallah, wallah!

o madam kaajal waali
mujhe na samajh mawali
aan.. o madam kaajal waali
mujhe na samajh mawali
(mmmuaaah!)
haan gundon se chhudaya hai
maine tujhe bachaya hai
gundon se chhudaya hai
maine tujhe bachaya hai
haan puch le saamne janta hai
ek chumma... ek chumma...
ik chumma toh banta hai
ek chumma... ek chumma...
ek chumma toh banta hai

Oh, Madam, Goggles-clad,
Do not depart, your insults cast.
Oh, Madam, Goggles-clad,
Do not depart, your insults cast.
From thugs, I did rescue thee,
From harm, I did set you free.
From thugs, I did rescue thee,
From harm, I did set you free.
Ask the crowd, they all can see,
One kiss, one kiss, a kiss is due to me.
One kiss, one kiss, a kiss is due to me.

My love, why do you cast,
Your wandering eyes on me, so fast?
I fear, I fear your nature's guile,
I know, I know your treacherous style.
Your plots, I see them all so clear,
Your wishes, they shall disappear.
Your desires, your ways, your every whim,
Woe, woe, woe.

Oh, High-Heeled One, clap your hands,
To the rhythm of these shifting sands.
Oh, High-Heeled One, clap your hands,
To the rhythm of these shifting sands.
From thugs, I did rescue thee,
From harm, I did set you free.
Ask the crowd, they all can see,
One kiss, one kiss, a kiss is due to me.
One kiss, one kiss, a kiss is due to me.

This cruelty, this pain, I do accept,
But tell me, what wrong have I yet kept?
Why this pride in youthful bloom,
In your eyes, a heady fume?
Woe to your lies, woe, I understand,
Woe, do not take my hand.
Woe, woe, woe, woe.

Oh, Madam, Kohl-eyed, do not assume,
That I am some street-roaming gloom.
Oh, Madam, Kohl-eyed, do not assume,
That I am some street-roaming gloom.
From thugs, I did rescue thee,
From harm, I did set you free.
Ask the crowd, they all can see,
One kiss, one kiss, a kiss is due to me.
One kiss, one kiss, a kiss is due to me.