kholi jo bottle tune yara, oye dil pe bijli kaundi
arrey kaundi re bhaiya kaundi aur aisi kaundi ke kaundi kaundi
duniya humre pichay hai aur hum, tujhpe holi holi
arrey holi ho gaye bhaiya, hum tum pe holi ho gaye
tumhe upar holi ho gaye holi
amma, teri bhains ko le jayenge patna
aur issi bhains ke sath hogi ghatna amma

ek do tin char ek do tin char ek do
meri chamki mast jawani ka hai charcha sabhi dukano me
dekhe kayi chichorey tujhse maine inhi thikano me
o teri chamki jawani ka hai charcha gali gali dukano me
utha ke le jayenge tujhe hum than ke pistol kano pe
tu kya le jayega mujhe tu toh sade gaja ke thano me
humri dhun pe nach le chamki sarath lagi diwano me
hum chor hain pakke zubano ke mat chodh yeh tir kamano se
hum chor hain pakke zubano ke mat chodh yeh tir kamano se

mahi dilon ke hath ki mahima jane duniya sari
chuppi chuppi ati hai ya duin main kharcha pani
mau ku samajh na aye lallu teri tedhi batein
chedhe aur sataye tere mandal fake ishare
thar re si kar bat tu chamiya, na kar bat mala ji
humri dhun pe nach le chamki sarath lagi diwano me
tu kya le jayega mujhe tu toh sade gaja ke thano me
hum chor hain pakke zubano ke mat chodh yeh tir kamano se
hum chor hain pakke zubano ke mat chodh yeh tir kamano se

chalkaye chand ayi yeh ap ki ankhon ke nam
honton ke nam honton ke nam
chor nazar ka padha jo daka dil ki chori ho gayi
pehale thi main shakar si ab namak ki bori ho gayi
tu toh lagey pan ke jaisi humre mann ko lubhati
ankhe teri kathe jaisi bate choona lagati
fri fund me miley na babu chakhle pan banarsi
tu kya le jayega mujhe tu toh sade gaja ke thano me
humri dhun pe nach le chamki sarath lagi diwano me
hum chor hain pakke zubano ke mat chodh yeh tir kamano se
hum chor hain pakke zubano ke mat chodh yeh tir kamano se

hum jaise na hai na zamane me
ja ke muh dho ke a pehle nahane me
bata de itna tu kahe kahe akadti hai
main hoon sardi si jo ho jakadti hai
teri bate garam masala hai jis ko tadke me dala hai
tu dil bas tu chupke se nahi ab tu pitne wala hai

accha baba man gaye hum tujhsa na hai zamane me
humri dhun pe nach le chamki dhoom machi diwano me
tuhi le jaye ga mujhe main bhi chalungi sang tere thano me
hum chor hain pakke zubano ke mat chodh yeh tir kamano se
hum chor hain pakke zubano ke mat chodh yeh tir kamano se
hum chor hain pakke zubano ke mat chodh yeh tir kamano se
hum chor hain pakke zubano ke mat chodh yeh tir kamano se
meri chamki mast jawani ka hai charcha sabhi dukano me

When you uncorked the bottle, friend, a lightning bolt struck my heart,
It flashed, oh brother, it flashed, and it flashed so bright, it tore apart.
The world chases after us, while we, for you, play Holi, slow and deep,
We are drenched in Holi, brother, for you, in Holi, we sleep.
We are Holi for you, forever in Holi, we leap.
Your mother's buffalo, we'll steal it, to Patna we will creep,
And with that very buffalo, a scandal we will keep.

One, two, three, four, one, two, three, four, one, two,
My radiant youth, its glory, discussed in every shop,
I've seen many a rogue like you, in this very spot.
Oh, your dazzling youth, talked of on every street, in every shop,
We'll carry you away, we swear, with a pistol at your drop.
What will you take me, when you're stuck in the mundane cop?
Dance to our tune, my bright one, the wager's set, let the mad ones hop.
We are thieves, masters of our word, do not release those arrow drops.
We are thieves, masters of our word, do not release those arrow drops.

The magic of hearts, only the whole world knows,
Silence descends, or in smoke, the water flows.
What do you think of death, Lalli, your crooked speech?
You tease and torment, your circle, with false reach.
Tremble and stammer, you, Chamki, don't speak of the strings,
Dance to our tune, my bright one, the wager's set, the mad one sings.
What will you take me, when you're stuck in the mundane cop?
We are thieves, masters of our word, do not release those arrow drops.
We are thieves, masters of our word, do not release those arrow drops.

Spilled moonlight, these eyes of yours, they claim,
The lips' name, the lips' name.
A thief's gaze, it struck and plundered, my heart’s been stolen whole,
Before, I was sugar sweet, now a sack of salt, a blackened soul.
You seem like a leaf, you tempt my mind,
Your eyes are like stories, your words, they bind.
Then funds won't meet, my dear, taste the Banarasi pan,
What will you take me, when you're stuck in the mundane cop?
Dance to our tune, my bright one, the wager's set, let the mad ones hop.
We are thieves, masters of our word, do not release those arrow drops.
We are thieves, masters of our word, do not release those arrow drops.

There's no one like us in the world's grand design,
Go wash your face, first, and then take a shine.
Tell me, why do you boast and preen?
I am the cold, the frozen scene.
Your words are hot spices, in the sizzling dish,
You are the heart, but now you're going to get a thrash.

Alright, Baba, we concede, there's no one like you in this scene,
Dance to our tune, my bright one, let the madness convene.
You will take me, I'll follow with you, to your police station scene.
We are thieves, masters of our word, do not release those arrow drops.
We are thieves, masters of our word, do not release those arrow drops.
We are thieves, masters of our word, do not release those arrow drops.
We are thieves, masters of our word, do not release those arrow drops.
My radiant youth, its glory, discussed in every shop.