hey bhagwan ya khuda o god kaha ho kaha ho kaha ho
ya khuda he bhagwan o god bat apni man
suna hai tu bahut dayalu hai mere jaisa chalu hai
magar apne logo ke liye kyu banna kanjus
sabko diya hai dudh malayi mujhe na diya angur ka juice
are pila de whisky vodka ya rum
ya dede dede biyar ke bade bade drum

ham to sarabi sarabi kababi thodi pike nasa na hua
do ghut pilade nasha badade jhumle jhumade
dede dilade pilade norangi ya gulabi
ham to sarabi sarabi kababi thodi pike nasa na hua
do ghut pilade nasha badade jhumle jhumade
dede dilade pilade norangi ya gulabi

are ham ko hasino se indian nasilo se bilkul nahi parhez
cheeni japani ya ho hindustani ho chahe mile angrez
are ham ko hasino se indian nasilo se bilkul nahi parhez
cheeni japani ya ho hindustani ho chahe mile angrez
dance karade nam batade life banade hamko milade
mast mast ankho wali jism sabababi
ham to sarabi sarabi kababi thodi pike nasa na hua
do ghut pilade nasha badade jhumle jhumade
dede dilade pilade norangi ya gulabi

dekho ye botal hai isme kaisa jal hai jal me nasha band hai
jiwan me lafda ho danga ho jhagda ho pilo to anand hai
dekho ye botal hai isme kaisa jal hai jal me nasha band hai
jiwan me lafda ho danga ho jhagda ho pilo to anand hai
jhagda mitade chakkar chalade hamko dilade
ab to ghumade gum ko bhulane wali wo chabi
ham to sarabi sarabi kababi thodi pike nasa na hua
do ghut pilade nasha badade jhumle jhumade
dede dilade pilade norangi ya gulabi
do ghut pilade nasha badade jhumle jhumade
dede dilade pilade norangi ya gulabi
hosh me rahe to ham kaise sarabi

Oh, God, Allah, or Lord, where do you reside?
Oh, Allah, God, or Lord, heed my plea, confide.
They say you are kind, compassionate and true,
Yet like me, you are fickle, in all that you do.

Why this stinginess with your flock, I implore?
They feast on milk and cream, while I thirst at the core.
Grant me whisky, vodka, or rum's fiery grace,
Or a flood of beer, a vast, frothing space.

We are drunkards, forever in a drunken haze,
A little sip and the intoxication never stays.
Give us a taste, a potent, burning fire,
Lift us in dance, set our souls higher.
Give us orange, or a blush of pink,
We are drunkards, forever on the brink.
Give us a taste, a potent, burning fire,
Lift us in dance, set our souls higher.
Give us orange, or a blush of pink.

We shun the beauties, the Indian allure,
Chinese, Japanese, or the Hindustani pure,
Or the English we may see,
We shun the beauties, the Indian allure,
Chinese, Japanese, or the Hindustani pure,
Or the English we may see.
Make us dance and give us a name, make life anew,
Give us the ones with eyes, and bodies that enthrall,
We are drunkards, forever in a drunken haze,
A little sip and the intoxication never stays.
Give us a taste, a potent, burning fire,
Lift us in dance, set our souls higher.
Give us orange, or a blush of pink.

Behold this bottle, within it a world untold,
A liquid cage where intoxication is bold.
If life brings chaos, or conflict's cruel sting,
Drink and embrace, and let joy take wing.
Behold this bottle, within it a world untold,
A liquid cage where intoxication is bold.
If life brings chaos, or conflict's cruel sting,
Drink and embrace, and let joy take wing.
Erase the battles, spin the wheels of fate,
Give us the key to cast off the weight.
Now twirl us away, to the moment free,
We are drunkards, forever in a drunken haze,
A little sip and the intoxication never stays.
Give us a taste, a potent, burning fire,
Lift us in dance, set our souls higher.
Give us orange, or a blush of pink.
A little sip and the intoxication never stays.
Give us a taste, a potent, burning fire,
Lift us in dance, set our souls higher.
Give us orange, or a blush of pink.
How can we be drunkards, if we remain clear?