twist bhangada, ramba shamba, rockend rol
rang biranga phir aaya, thoda sa gap aajkal
le dast hai rap, rap ko bhi jo kar de rong
mai laya hu rat song

hey, uyi uyi uyi uyi uyi uyi uyi uyi
ladki diwani hai ye karti hai uyi uyi uyi uyi
mai laya hu chuha apna, chuha apna, chuha apna
arey mai laya hu chuha apna, kaha hai teri chuhi
uyi uyi uyi uyi uyi uyi uyi uyi
ladki diwani hai ye karti hai uyi uyi uyi uyi
mai laya hu chuha apna, kaha hai teri chuhi
uyi uyi uyi uyi uyi uyi uyi uyi

amrika me chuhe ko kehate hai miki
londan ki chuhiya kehati hai isko tiki
is india me is chuhe ka naam bada hai
kashmir se kanyakumari tak ye khada hai

delhi se nikale, haye haye
pahuche kalkate, haye haye
bambai me uchhale, haye haye
madras me machale, haye haye
start katar ke puchh raha
katar katar ke puchh raha
dant katar ke puchh raha, kaha gayi meri chuhi
uyi uyi uyi uyi uyi uyi uyi uyi
ladki diwani hai ye karti hai uyi uyi uyi uyi

ye ladki hai tumbak tumbk tumbak tumba
chuhiya ho ke chuhe se leti hai panga
teda meda ye nache, ise dance na aaye
solha sal ki ladki ko romance na aaye

kabhi aankh dikhye haye haye, kabhi gal fulaye haye haye
ninde chhurakar haye haye, ye chain chhuraye haye haye
is ki surat dekh ke public
dekh ke public, dekh ke public
is ki surat dekh ke public, huyi diwani, uyi, uyi, uyi
ladki diwani hai ye karti hai huyi huyi huyi huyi
mai laya hu chuha apna, chuha apna, chuha apna
mai laya hu chuha apna, chuha apna, chuha apna
uyi uyi uyi uyi uyi uyi uyi uyi
ladki diwani hai ye karti hai uyi uyi uyi uyi
uyi uyi uyi uyi uyi uyi uyi uyi

Twists of bhangra, rumba's sway, rock and roll's embrace,
Hues of a past reborn, a silent, empty space.
Lyrical hands that grip the rap, twisting it anew,
I bring the night's song to you.

Hey, ooh, ooh, ooh, the girls, they scream and sigh,
Lost to the thrill, as their spirits fly.
I bring my mouse, my own, my very own,
Where is your little mouse? Where has it flown?
Ooh, ooh, ooh, the girls, they scream and sigh,
Lost to the thrill, as their spirits fly.
I bring my mouse, my own, my very own,
Where is your little mouse? Where has it flown?
Ooh, ooh, ooh, the girls, they scream and sigh,

In America, the mouse is Mickey, known and bold,
In London, the mouse is named Tikki, a story told.
In India, this mouse, a legend it's become,
From Kashmir's peaks, to the southern sun.

From Delhi's heart, a "Hey, hey," it cries,
To Calcutta's shore, where its spirit flies.
In Bombay's dance, a "Hey, hey," it leaps,
In Madras's fire, where passion sleeps.
It starts to gnaw, with a question in its gaze,
Gnawing, gnawing, through the passing days,
With teeth that bite and ask, "Where's my love?"
Ooh, ooh, ooh, the girls, they scream and sigh,

She dances with a swagger, with a rhythm so free,
A little mouse, but challenging me.
She twists and turns, though the dance she can't quite master,
A girl of sixteen, yet romance can't enthrall her.

Sometimes she glares, a "Hey, hey," she shows,
And puffs her cheeks, as the wild wind blows.
Stealing sleep, and stealing peace and rest,
Her face beheld, puts my spirit to the test.
Looking at her face, the crowd is now in thrall,
The crowd is now in thrall,
The crowd is now in thrall,
Looking at her face, the crowd is now in love,
Ooh, ooh, ooh, the girls, they scream and sigh,
I bring my mouse, my own, my very own,
I bring my mouse, my own, my very own,
Ooh, ooh, ooh, the girls, they scream and sigh,
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh.