kar gayi mohalle me halla
chhokariya pandrah saal ki
kar gayi mohalle me halla
chhokariya pandrah saal ki
pakde sabhi uska palla
pakde sabhi uska palla
chhokariya pandrah saal ki
pakde sabhi uska palla
chhokariya pandrah saal ki
kar gayi mohalle me halla
chhokariya pandrah saal ki

kapil dev apni balling ko bhula
kapil dev apni balilng ko bhula
shrikaant apni bating ko bhula
ban gayi gavaskar ka balla
chhokariya pandrah saal ki
kar gayi mohalle me halla
chhokariya pandrah saal ki

anil kapoor ne daadhi badhaai
anil kapoor ne daadhi badhaai
amitabh leta phire angdaayi
mithun kahe haaye walla
chhokariya pandrah saal ki
mithun kahe haaye walla
chhokariya pandrah saal ki
kar gayi mohalle me halla
chhokariya pandrah saal ki

jabse tujhe dekha mai sabkuch bhula
jabse tujhe dekha mai sabkuch bhula
tere khyaalo ke jhulo me jhula
shree devi ke latake bhula maadhuri ke jhatke bhula
de ja nishani ka chhalla
chhokariya pandrah saal ki
kar gayi mohalle me halla
chhokariya pandrah saal ki
pakde sabhi uska palla
chhokariya pandrah saal ki
kar gayi mohalle me halla
chhokariya pandrah saal ki
kar gayi mohalle me halla
chhokariya pandrah saal ki

A whisper through the neighborhood, a storm,
a girl of fifteen summers born.
Each heart, a hand to seize her hem,
a girl of fifteen, like a gem.
Each heart, a hand to seize her hem,
a girl of fifteen, a diadem.
A whisper through the neighborhood, the call,
a girl of fifteen, enchanting all.

Kapil Dev, forgot his fiery ball,
Kapil Dev, forgot his fiery call,
Srikanth, his bat, let fall,
became Gavaskar's stance, standing tall.
A girl of fifteen, enthralling all,
A whisper through the neighborhood, the call,
a girl of fifteen, a star's enthrall.

Anil Kapoor, beard cascading down,
Anil Kapoor, a new crown,
Amitabh, stretches with a sigh profound,
Mithun cries out, "Oh, the ground!"
A girl of fifteen, the siren's sound,
Mithun cries out, "Oh, the ground!"
A girl of fifteen, heaven-bound.
A whisper through the neighborhood, the call,
a girl of fifteen, captivating all.

Since seeing you, I've lost the way,
Since seeing you, I've lost the day,
In thoughts of you, I gently sway,
Forgotten Sridevi's sway, and Madhuri's play,
Give me your ring, a memory to stay.
A girl of fifteen, the light of day.
A whisper through the neighborhood, the call,
a girl of fifteen, enchanting all.
Each heart, a hand to seize her hem,
a girl of fifteen, a diadem.
A whisper through the neighborhood, the call,
a girl of fifteen, enchanting all.
A whisper through the neighborhood, a call,
a girl of fifteen, captivating all.