tan tan tan tan
tan tan tan tan tanna
meri jawani
sode ki botal
tan tan tan tan
tan tan tan tan
meri jawani sode ki botal
mila de whiskey mein pee jaa botal
tan tan tan tan
tan tan tan tan
chadhi nahi, are chadhi ke nahi nahi
chadhi kya nahi, are chadhi ke nahi nahi
angdaayi ke jhonke sab ko roke
peene waalo ko duniya toke
meri jawani
tan tan tan tan
sode ki botal
tan tan tan tan

solah baras ki meri kahani
haay haay are are are
dhak dhak dhadhke meri jawani
oye hoye hoye
solah baras ki meri kahani
dhak dhak dhadhke meri jawani
aise jala ke daalo na paani
ban jaaungi main teri deewani

chadhi ke nahi nahi
tan tan tan tan
uff meri jawani, sode ki botal
arrey meri jawani sode ki botal
mila de whiskey mein pee jaa botal

kahan leke jaaun main is badan ko
teri hi ho jaaun kuch aisa kar do
kar do na
main hoon whisky se zyaada risky
main hoon whisky se zyaada risky
aisi hai meri alhad jawani
tan tan tan tan tan chal
chadhi nahi
ch ch chadhi ke nahi nahi, chadhegi
meri jawani tan tan tan
sode ki botal tan tan tan
meri jawani sode ki botal
mila de whiskey mein pee jaa botal

The rhythm strikes, a ringing chime,
A youthful pulse in passing time.
My youth, a soda's fizz and spray,
A bubbly heart in disarray.
Mix me with whiskey, drink it down,
Let the world dissolve, without a frown.
The feeling's gone, it hasn't caught,
The yearning soul, forever sought.
A restless wind, a whispered plea,
The drinkers judged, but wild and free.
My youth, a soda's fleeting grace,
The rhythm beats, time and space.

Sixteen years, a whispered tale,
A heart that pounds, a fragile veil.
Oh, my heart beats like a drum,
Sixteen years, where did they come?
Don't douse my fire with watery dread,
I'll be your devotee, instead.
I'm not yet lifted, not yet flown,
Oh, my youth, a soda's own.
My youth, a soda's effervescent form,
Mix me with whiskey, weather the storm.

Where do I take this trembling frame?
Make me yours, whisper my name.
Do it now.
I'm riskier than the finest pour,
A reckless heart, forevermore.
Such is my youth, untamed and bold,
The rhythm rings, a story told.
It hasn't lifted, not yet caught,
My youth, the rhythm's been bought.
My youth, a soda's light embrace,
Mix me with whiskey, find your place.