mai bambai bagiyan ka bhawra
kuch hara kuch pila
kuch hara kuch pila
to pilana
mai bambai bagiyan ka bhawra
mai bambai bagiyan ka bhawra
kuch hara kuch pila
kuch hara kuch pila
glass me gholo sab ghum
thoda thanda thoda gila
thoda thanda thoda gila
ice cube dalna

mai bambai race course ka ghoda
mai bambai race course ka ghoda
kuch teda kuch sidha
kuch teda, sidhe chalna eda
race me bhage subah sham
sapno ke kai naam
dar ka nahi koi kam marke doge kitne dam
dar ka nahi koi kam marke doge kitne dam
kuch ghata chal hata kuch ghata
jack pot laga na teri maa ko puch na

mai bambai hotel ka bavarchi
thoda namak thoda mirchi dalna
dal hai kali pili khali pili makri nahi bolna
stim rice bolke cake ko fire pe nako chadana re
chinese continental lebonese thainese order de ke
border cross nahi karna re
end me desert dekha na tough hai

mai bambai samandar ka kinara
kuch dara kuch bhara
mai bambai samandar ka kinara
kuch dara kuch bhara
anna pistol me blade bharna
thri mm happy birthday
tin baje paida huwa na
full round parisplay ghuma ghuma
char bar panch bar che bar sat bar
bahot gumare
ak forty seven ak forty seven
ajadi ke nare
mare mare bahut log mare,
kuch war jite aur kai war hare
kai sal jite aur kai sal hare
kai sal jite aur kai sal hare
pan two thousand milana
kabhi dhula kabhi maila
kabhi dhula kabhi maila

mai bambai bagiyan ka bhawra
suna re suna
mai bambai bagiyan ka bhawra
kuch hara kuch pila
nahi ab nahi pilana
kuch hara kuch pila
ab tight ho gaya na
main bambai bagiyan ka bhawra
kuch hara kuch pila kuch nila kuch kala
kya karta hai re sone de na
tight ho gaya na
mai bombay bagiyan ka bhawra
kuch hara kuch pila kuch nila kuch kala

I, a bumblebee of Bombay gardens,
A touch of green, a splash of yellow,
To intoxicate.
I, a bumblebee of Bombay gardens,
A touch of green, a splash of yellow,
In glasses, they swirl all sorrows,
A touch of cold, a touch of wet,
Add ice cubes.

I, a racehorse of Bombay's course,
A crooked path, a straight one too,
A crooked course, but walk straight now, fool.
I race from dawn to dusk, dreams abound,
Fear finds no home, how much will you pay?
Move on, some loss, move on, some loss,
A jackpot won, don't ask your mother.

I, a chef in a Bombay hotel,
A pinch of salt, a dash of spice, I dwell.
Lentils, black and yellow, don't speak of Makhani,
Say "steamed rice" and don't place the order on fire.
Chinese, Continental, Lebanese, Thai, place your order,
But don't you cross the border.
Dessert at the end is tough, you know.

I, a shore of the Bombay sea,
A touch of fear, a touch of filled,
Fill the pistol, fill it with blood,
At 3 AM, happy birthday,
Born at three, you see.
Spin the full round, Paris plays on,
Four times, five times, six times, seven,
I have spun a lot.
AK-47, AK-47,
Cries of freedom, they roar.
Dead, so many died,
Some battles won, and many lost,
Many years lived and many years lost,
Two thousand was found,
Sometimes washed, sometimes soiled.

I, a bumblebee of Bombay gardens,
Heard, I have heard.
I, a bumblebee of Bombay gardens,
A touch of green, a splash of yellow,
No, I will not intoxicate now.
A touch of green, a splash of yellow,
Now I am tight, you see.
I, a bumblebee of Bombay gardens,
A touch of green, a splash of yellow, a touch of blue, a touch of black,
What are you doing? Let me sleep now.