gold medal se gb chotala
i can help myself
mai haryane ka,hat haryane ka mai mai mai
nikla jo marne
sale gite tod dunga batara hun
mai haryane ka sher, nikla jo marne red
galiyon me suni pad jani hai,jo maine jada to ek thaped
galiyon me suni pad jani hai,jo maine jada to ek thaped

ki pat mne chado ko, chot lagi bado bado ko
file bana de meri excellent, aur bheja gaya mai mumbai ko
koi dekhe najar utha ke, koi dekhe jo dekhe
mai jeena kar dun uska jhand
mai haryane ka sher, nikla jo marne red
galiyon me suni pad jani hai,jo maine
mummy ka phone hai bhai
frij ke upar nhi meri maa, frij ke andar
jaha makhan rakhta hain,wahan bawali ho rakhi hai

aas paas gire, khajur pe atake
letaon se pile, ab hujur ke jhatke
chodunga nahi un salo ko, videsh se aye drugs walon ko
dhajjiyan udengi unki dar ke mare
haryane ka, haryane ka ye sher jo dhahade
solah duni aath jaat ke sar par khat
hatha jo ghum gaya laga dega sab ki watt
hatt naam se kappen mere ye sabhi, chahu mai bas yahi
jingle hai mera ab yahi, joggle hai purpose yahi
yahi lalkare red dikhake,samne aye aye
mai banadu uski rel
haryane ka sher, nikla jo marne red
galiyon me suni pad jani hai,jo maine jada to ek thaped
mai haryane ka sher, nikla jo marne red
galiyon me suni pad jani hai,jo maine jada to ek thaped
jo maine jada to ek thaped
hello band karo disko eighty two
hain ghachar sale

A lion of Haryana, I,
Roar forth, a raid is nigh.
The streets will fall to silence deep,
Should my palm descend in sleep.

When young ones feel my wrath's embrace,
The elders wince, their features chase.
My file, they mark it "Excellent,"
And Mumbai calls, my fate is bent.
Let eyes dare lift, a brazen glance,
Let eyes dare meet my fateful dance.
Their life, I'll twist to broken strand,
A lion of Haryana, I stand...

From heavens fallen, caught on dates,
Politicians' lies, sealed by fates.
I'll not release those wretched souls,
Nor those from foreign lands with holes
Within their hearts, fear's breath they'll taste,
When Haryana's lion starts to waste.

My name, it makes the weak ones quake,
This is the only want I take.
My jungle, now, this space I claim,
The wrong, I'll right, in fiery flame.
Let one defy, a game to start,
Step forth, and play the losing part.
I'll turn their form to desert dust,
A lion of Haryana, in whom they must...