haye laal dupatta kurta chikan ka, kya sahi lagti ho tum
dekhti na ho aaju-baaju, lift na deti tum
laal dupatta kurta chikan ka, kya sahi lagti ho tum
dekhti na ho aaju-baaju, lift na deti tum
are hum to hai lucknow waale, nawaabi me bik jaayenge
lift maangoge tum tabiyat se toh rocket hi ban jayenge
rocket ban jayenge, haaye rocket ban ja
o my babli chaand ki sair kar aayenge
laal dupatta kurta chikan, ab to lift de do tum
laal dupatta kurta chikan ka, kya sahi lagti ho tum
dekhti na ho aaju-baaju, lift na deti tum

aaja aaja aaja baith meri car me
tu bhi to dekh zara rang tere yaar ke
bekaar me bich me naa chhod, mere dil ko na tod
mujhe bhi hai pataa pagli tu bhi mere pyaar me
laal dupatta udta phirta, husn nikhaare tere chikan ka kurta
chaal nawaabi teri, ankhe bhi sharabi teri
lagti hai mujhe pura maal tu totta
chikan ka kurta pehne aao chicken khaaye
bajaj ke scooter pe aao kahi ghoom aaye
pehli baarish hai pyaari, saath me rampyari
kichad me kar lenge chap chap chap chaaye chaaye

are yu nikloge public me to khabro me aa jaayenge
zaalim duniya pakdegi to sannate me aa jaayenge
sannate me aayenge
sannate me leke pagli dur kahi bhag jaayenge
laal dupatta kurta chikan, ab to lift de do tum
laal dupatta kurta chikan ka, kya sahi lagti ho tum
dekhti na ho aaju-baaju, lift na deti tum
laal dupatta kurta chikan ka, kya sahi lagti ho tum
dekhti na ho aaju-baaju, lift na deti tum

Crimson scarf, a kurta of fine weave, a vision you are,
Unseeing eyes, no glance for me, no lift in your car.
Crimson scarf, a kurta of fine weave, a vision you are,
Unseeing eyes, no glance for me, no lift in your car.
We, Lucknow's own, in Nawab's grace, we'll lose ourselves,
Ask for a lift with soul's deep ache, a rocket we'll unveil.
A rocket we shall be, oh, rocket, soar!
My bubbly moon, on a journey to the stars we'll sail,
Crimson scarf, a kurta of fine weave, now give me a ride,
Crimson scarf, a kurta of fine weave, a vision you are,
Unseeing eyes, no glance for me, no lift in your car.

Come, come, come, sit in my car,
And witness the hues of your lover afar.
Don't abandon me halfway, don't shatter my heart,
I know, darling, you too are lost in my love's art.
Crimson scarf, swirling free, your beauty it does show, the kurta's weave.
A Nawab's gait, eyes that softly deceive,
To me, you're the whole treasure, a perfect trove.
Wear the kurta, let's dine on chicken, it's true,
On Bajaj's scooter, a journey anew.
The first rain's sweet kiss, with my beloved, hand in hand,
In the muddy embrace, we'll splash and play, understand.

If you venture forth in public's gaze, in headlines we'll reside,
The cruel world's grip will bind us, in silence we'll hide.
In silence, we shall fall,
To a silent land, my love, far away we will flee,
Crimson scarf, a kurta of fine weave, now give me a ride,
Crimson scarf, a kurta of fine weave, a vision you are,
Unseeing eyes, no glance for me, no lift in your car.
Crimson scarf, a kurta of fine weave, a vision you are,
Unseeing eyes, no glance for me, no lift in your car.