ho gaye gentelman
balam mere ban gaye gentelman
cigarette piya paan bhi khaya
chashmo se dhak liye nain
nain lo gaye gentelman
balam mere ha preetam mere ho sajan mere haye

sut jo pehna but jo pehna
chaal badal gayi babu
aaj jamin pe panv lage na
wah fashion ka jadu
aise dekhe aise akde
jaise ho leftend
ho gaye gentelman
balam mere ban gaye gentelman
sajan mere ho gaye gentelman
cigarette piya paan bhi khaya
chasmo se dhak liye nain
nain lo ho gaye gentelman
balam mere ha preetam mere ho sajan mere haye

gale me tai aise lagai
jaise lagai ho fansi
sapne dekhe ab london ke
bhul ke mathura kashi
shut up, bole git-pit samjhe khit-pit
kaise aaye chain
balam mere ban gaye gentelman
sajan mere ho gaye gentelman
cigarette piya paan bhi khaya
chasmo se dhak liye nain
nain lo ho gaye gentelman
balam mere ha preetam mere ho sajan mere haye

nakli aankhe laga ke
asli aankhe fer na lena
roop to badla dil na badalna
dekho daga na dena
sidhi raah pe aao mister
chhodo tedhi line
balam mere ban gaye gentelman
balam ha preetam mere ho sajan mere haye

He became a gentleman,
My love, he became a gentleman.
Smoked cigarettes, chewed betel,
Veiled his eyes behind spectacles,
My eyes, oh, they became a gentleman.
My love, yes, my beloved, my darling, alas.

When he donned the suit, wore the boots,
His gait transformed, my darling,
His feet no longer touched the earth,
Oh, the magic of fashion!
He gazes, he struts, so haughty,
Like a lieutenant, they say.
He became a gentleman,
My love, he became a gentleman.
My darling, he became a gentleman.
Smoked cigarettes, chewed betel,
Veiled his eyes behind spectacles,
My eyes, oh, they became a gentleman.
My love, yes, my beloved, my darling, alas.

A tie around his neck he did bind,
As if a noose it had become.
He dreams now of London’s gleam,
Forgetting Mathura and Kashi.
"Shut up," he utters, "get it, fit it,"
How can peace be found?
My love, he became a gentleman.
My darling, he became a gentleman.
Smoked cigarettes, chewed betel,
Veiled his eyes behind spectacles,
My eyes, oh, they became a gentleman.
My love, yes, my beloved, my darling, alas.

With false eyes he now sees,
Do not turn away from true vision.
Though form may change, do not change your heart,
See that you do not betray.
Come back to the straight path, Mister,
Leave behind the crooked line.
My love, he became a gentleman.
My love, yes, my beloved, my darling, alas.