kudi kudi kudi kudi kudi munde aur kudiya disko
bhagada karane aye hai hayo rabba hayo rabba
aise karane vali sari chize laye hai
munde aur kudiya disko bhagada karne aye hain
hayo rabba hayo rabba aise karane vali sari chize laye hain
hayo rabba hayo rabba
milana hai mil kar kisi bahane se rat ko na roko kisi paravane se
ham khul ke karege pyar ki ab kisi se nayiyo darna
ham khul ke karege pyar ki ab kisi se nayiyo darna
munde aur kudiya disko bhagada karne aye hain
hayo rabba hayo rabba aise karane vali sari chize laye hai
hayo rabba hayo rabba

mausam hai jine ka ji lo yar dilabar ki ankho se pi lo yaaro
mausam hai jine ka ji lo yar dilabar ki ankho se pi lo yaaro
ha rey ha usaki ravani ka sokhiya zidagani ka
lut le maza javani ka maja ham khul ke karege pyar ki
ab nayiyo darana ham khul ke karege pyar ki ab nayiyo darana
munde aur kudiya disko bhagada karane aye hai
hayo rabba hayo rabba aise karane vali sari chize laye hai
hayo rabba hayo rabba ye hai diwane abhi inko kya pata hai
inko batao ye javani ek nasha do ghadi do pal ka maja hai
inko samajhao ye zid par ad gaye hai
ki munde bigad gaye hai ki munde bigad gaye hai
ki munde bigad gaye hai ki munde bigad gaye hai

are sab ke sab hairan pade hai pucho inke ghar jake
padhana likhana bhul gaye hai ye kudiyo ke hosh udate hai
vaqt inake age hai par ye bigad gaye hai
ye munde bigad gaye hai ye munde bigad gaye hai
ye munde bigad gaye hai ye munde bigad gaye hai
ye munde bigad gaye hai

Daughters, daughters, daughters, sons and daughters, disco-bound,
To dance the Bhangra, a joyous sound, Hoya Rabba, Hoya Rabba.
Bringing all things needed for this dance,
Sons and daughters, disco-bound, for Bhangra's trance.
Hoya Rabba, Hoya Rabba, bringing all the things to enhance,
Hoya Rabba, Hoya Rabba.

To meet, to meet, by any guise,
Do not restrain, like moths to lights, beneath night skies.
We will love openly, no more to fear,
We will love openly, no more to shed a tear.
Sons and daughters, disco-bound, for Bhangra's call,
Hoya Rabba, Hoya Rabba, bringing all things for all.
Hoya Rabba, Hoya Rabba.

The season is for living, dear friends, embrace,
Drink from the beloved's eyes, time and space.
The season is for living, dear friends, embrace,
Drink from the beloved's eyes, time and space.
The joy of her flow, a life's desire,
Plunder the thrill of youth's fire.
We will love openly, no more to fear,
We will love openly, no more to shed a tear.
Sons and daughters, disco-bound, for Bhangra's art,
Hoya Rabba, Hoya Rabba, bringing all to heart.
Hoya Rabba, Hoya Rabba.

These lovers, so lost, they do not know,
Tell them, this youth, a fleeting show,
A two-hour dream, a moment's gleam.
Explain to them, their stubborn pride,
These sons have lost their stride,
These sons have lost their stride.
These sons have lost their stride,
These sons have lost their stride.

All are shocked, their world undone,
Ask them at home, what they have become,
They've forgotten books, the world of the wise,
Their minds lost to the daughters' eyes.
Time is before them, yet they descend,
These sons, their ways now bend,
These sons, their ways now bend.
These sons, their ways now bend,
These sons, their ways now bend.