oi oi oiya oi oi oiya
oi oi oiya oi oi oiya
oi oi oiya oi oi oiya
oi oi oiya oi oi oiya
mere thumke pe
duniya ki chaal badle
oi oi oiya oi oi oiya
oi oi oiya oi oi oiya
mere thumke pe
duniya ki chaal badle
mere thumke pe
duniya ki chaal badle
main kar dungi ishara
to sarkar badle
oi oi oiya oi oi oiya
oi oi oiya oi oi oiya
oi oi oiya oi oi oiya
oi oi oiya oi oi oiya

ban dhan ke bazaar khadi kyu
chhore maare citi
koi chhalla feke mujh par
koi de anguthi
gore tan se fisle meri
laal chunariya hardam
bin ghinghru ke baje mori
payaliya chham chham chham
mori akhiyo se madira
ki dhar chhalke
oi oi oiya oi oi oiya
oi oi oiya oi oi oiya
mori akhiyo se madira
ki dhar chhalke
mere thumke pe
duniya ki chaal badle
main kar dungi ishara
to sarkar badle
oi oi oiya oi oi oiya
oi oi oiya oi oi oiya
oi oi oiya oi oi oiya
oi oi oiya oi oi oiya

bich saher mein niklu jab mein
lehnga chunri dal ke
aas laga rehte hai mere
dhoti kurta fad ke
koi behka chapan chhuri
sath saal ka budhha bhi
mere aage pichhe dole
mujhe dekhe to
sabka iman badle
oi oi oiya oi oi oiya
oi oi oiya oi oi oiya
mujhe dekhe to
sabka iman badle
mere thumke pe
duniya ki chaal badle
main kar dungi ishara
to sarkar badle
oi oi oiya oi oi oiya
oi oi oiya oi oi oiya
oi oi oiya oi oi oiya
oi oi oiya oi oi oiya
oi oi oiya oi oi oiya
oi oi oiya oi oi oiya
oi oi oiya oi oi oiya
oi oi oiya oi oi oiya

O ye, o ye, oiya, o ye, o ye, oiya,
The world's course shifts, o ye, o ye, oiya, o ye, o ye, oiya.
By my sway, the world's course shifts,
By my sway, the world's course shifts.
A glance from me, and the very realm transforms.
O ye, o ye, oiya, o ye, o ye, oiya.

Decked in splendor, why these stares, these whistles?
Some cast rings, some offer trinkets.
From my fair skin, my crimson veil ever glides,
Without bells, my anklets chime, cham cham cham.
From my eyes, a stream of nectar overflows.
O ye, o ye, oiya, o ye, o ye, oiya.
From my eyes, a stream of nectar overflows.
By my sway, the world's course shifts,
A glance from me, and the very realm transforms.
O ye, o ye, oiya, o ye, o ye, oiya.

Through the city's heart, I emerge in silken grace,
They await me, tearing at their clothes, their hopes ablaze.
The young, the old, even the septuagenarian,
All, before me, they sway, watching me.
Behold me, and all their faiths are undone.
O ye, o ye, oiya, o ye, o ye, oiya.
Behold me, and all their faiths are undone.
By my sway, the world's course shifts,
A glance from me, and the very realm transforms.
O ye, o ye, oiya, o ye, o ye, oiya.