punjab da putar hai pind jalandhar
yaar wai wai ankhiyo se kill karda
king type da hai tang life da
yaar wai wai kheta vich chill karda
do it my my way nahi te highway
inko farak yaaro ki penda
iski uski kon kiski yaara da iman whisky
uspe chicken ho to hor wadhiya
pretty pretty face jitthe jatta always utthe
mamla done ho to hor wadhiya
aa aa aah hor hor wadhiya aa aa aah hor hor wadhiya

punjabi idli na pate easily
yaar wai wai ungli pe nachaundi ai
point-blank te encounter kardi
yaar wai wai jab lak matkandi ai
left te dinky right te pinky
kudiya di fashion parade lag gayi
iski uski kon kiski yaara da iman whisky
uspe chicken ho to hor wadhiya
pretty pretty face jitthe jatta always utthe
mamla done ho to hor wadhiya

aa aa aah hor hor wadhiya aa aa aah hor hor wadhiya
ha tu te punjabi teri yu na baja mundeya
vaado me wazan kitna tere pehle bata mundiya ha
vaado mei wazan kitna tere pehle bata mundiya
jatta da commitment legal document
stamp mar ke paper vich will karda oye
king type da hai tang life da
yaar wai wai kheta vich chill karda
do it my way nahi te highway
inko farak yaaro ki penda

iski uski kon kiski yaara da iman whisky
uspe chicken ho to hor wadhiya
pretty pretty face jitthe jatta always utthe
mamla done ho to hor wadhiya
iski uski kon kiski yaaran da iman whisky
uspe chicken ho to hor wadhiya
pretty pretty face jitthe jatta always utthe
mamla done ho to hor wadhiya
ha uspe chicken ho to hor wadhiya ho hor wadhiya
mamla done ho to hor wadhiya

Son of Punjab, from Jalandhar's dust,
Eyes that conquer, a laughter's gust.
A king's decree, in life's tight squeeze,
Fields of freedom, where the spirit frees.
Do it my way, or the highway's call,
What matters to them, to rise or fall?
Whose is whose, in this whiskey-soaked plea,
Chicken on top, a greater decree.
Where pretty faces flock, a Jatt's domain,
If the deal is done, the joy will reign.

Aah, aah, more, more, evermore,
Aah, aah, more, evermore.

Punjabi Jugni, a spirit untamed,
Dances on fingers, forever proclaimed.
Point-blank glances, in a sudden encounter,
As the waistline sways, a fiery counter.
Left with Dinky, right with Pinky's grace,
A fashion parade, in this vibrant space.
Whose is whose, in this whiskey-soaked plea,
Chicken on top, a greater decree.
Where pretty faces flock, a Jatt's domain,
If the deal is done, the joy will reign.

Aah, aah, more, more, evermore,
Aah, aah, more, evermore.

Oh, you're Punjabi, your essence so true,
Don't play with us, oh, young man, it's you.
How much weight is in your words, I ask?
First, you tell us, before the final task.
How much weight is in your words, I ask?
First, you tell us, before the final task.

A Jatt's commitment, a legal design,
Stamped on paper, a vow divine.
A king's decree, in life's tight squeeze,
Fields of freedom, where the spirit frees.
Do it my way, or the highway's call,
What matters to them, to rise or fall?
Whose is whose, in this whiskey-soaked plea,
Chicken on top, a greater decree.
Where pretty faces flock, a Jatt's domain,
If the deal is done, the joy will reign.
Whose is whose, in this whiskey-soaked plea,
Chicken on top, a greater decree.
Where pretty faces flock, a Jatt's domain,
If the deal is done, the joy will reign.

Ha, Chicken on top, a greater decree,
More, more, evermore,
If the deal is done, the joy will reign.