jab naukri milegi to kya hoga
to kya hoga
jab naukri milegi to kya hoga
to kya hoga jism pe suit hoga
paanv me boot hoga
jism pe suit hoga
paanv me boot hoga
hatho me gauri ka hath hoga
jism pe suit hoga
paanv me boot hoga
hatho me gauri ka hath hoga
jab naukri milegi to kya hoga
to kya hoga
jism pe suit hoga
paanv me boot hoga
hatho me gauri ka hath hoga

jab suit pahan ke niklunga
tarif hogi meri
duniya kahegi waah waah
kya baat hai meri
o jab suit pahan ke niklunga
tarif hogi meri
duniya kahegi waah waah
kya baat hai meri
bas yu samajhlo logo
meri life ban jayegi
dekhte hi dekhte mujhe wife mil jayegi
kabhi london ki ladki mujhe bolegi hello
kabhi american wali kahegi sath chalo
magar main hindustani
peeya ganga ka pani
hai meri ja wahi pe
gali ki chhmak chhallo
gali ki chhmak chhallo
jab naukri milegi to kya hoga
to kya hoga jism pe suit hoga
paanv me boot hoga
jism pe suit hoga
paanv me boot hoga
hatho me gauri ka hath hoga

koi bolega sir ji salam
koi bolega babu ji pranam
ho koi bolega sir ji salam
koi bolega babu ji pranam
koi puchhega kya hai tera naam
hoga sabhi ko mujhse hi kaam
mujhe sab boss kahenge
karenge meri gulami
raat din sham subah sab
mujhe denge salami
mera bangla bhi hoga
meri gadi bhi hogi
meri kismat ki chabhi
mere hi pass hogi
mere hi pass hogi
jab naukri milegi to kya hoga
ye hoga jism pe suit hoga
paanv me boot hoga
jism pe suit hoga
paanv me boot hoga
hatho me gauri ka hath hoga
hatho me gauri ka hath hoga

And when the job arrives, what then?
What then, when the job arrives?
A suit will drape the frame, boots will bind the feet,
A suit will drape the frame, boots will bind the feet,
Gauri's hand in mine, a suit will drape the frame.
Boots will bind the feet, Gauri's hand in mine.
And when the job arrives, what then?
What then? A suit will drape the frame, boots will bind the feet,
Gauri's hand in mine.

When I step forth in the tailored form, praise will sing my name,
The world will murmur, "Ah, your brilliance, the game!"
Oh, when I step forth in the tailored form, praise will sing my name,
The world will murmur, "Ah, your brilliance, the game!"
Just imagine, my friends, my life will bloom anew,
Before I know it, a wife will be true.
A London lass may greet with "Hello,"
An American beauty, "Come, let's go."

But I, a Hindustani, have drunk Ganga's grace,
My heart resides with the street's dancing face.
The street's dancing face, and when the job arrives, what then?
What then? A suit will drape the frame, boots will bind the feet,
A suit will drape the frame, boots will bind the feet,
Gauri's hand in mine.

Some will say, "Sir, salaam," some, "Babuji, pranam."
Oh, some will say, "Sir, salaam," some, "Babuji, pranam."
All will ask, "What is your name?" for all will need my command,
All will call me "Boss," and bow to my hand.
Day and night, eve and morn, they'll salute my worth,
I'll own a mansion, a car of grand birth.
The key to my fate, forever in my hold,
Forever in my hold, and when the job arrives, what then?
This will be. A suit will drape the frame, boots will bind the feet,
A suit will drape the frame, boots will bind the feet,
Gauri's hand in mine.