ham toh hain divaane, mastaane, mumbaiya
oh mama mama mama, ham saare hain mumbaiya
ham betaale bhi milake taal me naache ta thaiyya
oh mama mama mama, ham saare hain mumbaiya
ham betaale bhi milake taal me naache ta thaiyya
oh lala oh lala ham pite masti kaa pyaala
gopaala gopaala khul jaaye kismat kaa taala
pichhe mudke dekh raha kyu, keh de naa kay jhaala
oh mama mama mama, ham saare hain mumbaiya
ham betaale bhi milake taal me naache ta thaiyya
oh lala oh lala ham pite masti kaa pyaala
gopaala gopaala khul jaaye kismat kaa taala
pichhe mudke dekh raha kyu, keh de naa kay jhaala
ham toh hain divaane, mastaane, mumbaiya

kaisa ghotaala hai, kaisi yeh mixing hai
parde ke pichhe hai kya draama
kaisa tahelka hai, kya match fixing hai
yeh kya macha hai roj hangaama
naa woh gandhi rahe, naa woh gautam rahe
naa woh public rahi, naa woh mausam rahe
oh mama mama mama, ham saare hain mumbaiya
ham betaale bhi milake taal me naache ta thaiyya
oh lala oh lala ham pite masti kaa pyaala
gopaala gopaala khul jaaye kismat kaa taala
pichhe mudke dekh raha kyu, keh de naa

chaahe chaahe ham toh chaahe
chaahe chaahe ham toh chaahe
aankho me telescope ham chaahe, pairo me rocket spid ham chaahe
kudiyo ke saath de ham chaahe, disco me rehna le ham chaahe
aaju se dekho ya baju se dekho tum, charo taraf se lagti sundari
yaaro is style se bole mobile se, rehti kaha hai puchho yeh pari
chashma aankho pe hai, haatho me hai ghadi
ghusse me hai khadi, kyu gulaabi chhadi
oh mama mama mama, ham saare hain mumbaiya
ham betaale bhi milake taal me naache ta thaiyya
oh lala oh lala ham pite masti kaa pyaala
gopaala gopaala khul jaaye kismat kaa taala
pichhe mudke dekh raha kyu, keh de naa kai jhaala


lyrics typed by : ruchita parab

We are the mad ones, the revelers, of Mumbai's soul,
Oh Mama, Mama, Mama, we are Mumbai, whole.
Though rhythm-less, we find the beat, dance to a frenzied goal,
Oh Mama, Mama, Mama, we are Mumbai, soul.
Though rhythm-less, we find the beat, dance to a frenzied goal,
Oh Lala, Oh Lala, we drink from joy's swirling bowl.
Gopala, Gopala, may fortune's gate unroll,
Why do you stare back? Tell us what took your toll?
Oh Mama, Mama, Mama, we are Mumbai, whole.
Though rhythm-less, we find the beat, dance to a frenzied goal,
Oh Lala, Oh Lala, we drink from joy's swirling bowl.
Gopala, Gopala, may fortune's gate unroll,
Why do you stare back? Tell us what took your toll?
We are the mad ones, the revelers, of Mumbai's soul.

What is this fraud, this mixing of the art?
Behind the curtain, what drama does impart?
What chaos reigns, what match is set to start?
What uproar does each dawn restart?
No Gandhi remains, no Gautam's light,
No public's will, no season's flight.
Oh Mama, Mama, Mama, we are Mumbai, whole.
Though rhythm-less, we find the beat, dance to a frenzied goal,
Oh Lala, Oh Lala, we drink from joy's swirling bowl.
Gopala, Gopala, may fortune's gate unroll,
Why do you stare back? Tell us what took your toll?

We desire, we desire, our hearts take wing,
We desire, we desire, the joy life does bring.
Telescopes for eyes, rockets for our feet, we yearn,
To dance with the damsels, where the disco fires burn.
From every angle, beauty does gleam,
Friends, in this style, mobile's our theme,
Ask the fairy, where does she reside?
Spectacles on her eyes, a watch as her guide,
In anger she stands, with a pink rod she'll chide.
Oh Mama, Mama, Mama, we are Mumbai, whole.
Though rhythm-less, we find the beat, dance to a frenzied goal,
Oh Lala, Oh Lala, we drink from joy's swirling bowl.
Gopala, Gopala, may fortune's gate unroll,
Why do you stare back? Tell us what took your toll?