Highi fai Highi fai munda haiga ji
six to eight pack gunda haiga ji
zyada nahi do teen wari jail hai gaya
welldone dus vich fail hoya jee
sushil sanskari bada agyakari
samjho daru aur juwe da mel hoya jee
jao jee jao munda bulao ri
pandat ji zara kundali milao ji
gaao jee gaao shagan manao ji
o pandat ji zara kundali milao ji

waise to dahej munda nahi mangda
waise to dahej munda nahi mangda
bas gaddi bangla fd da daan karna ji
gaddi bangla fd da daan karna ji
bhola bhala hai siddha sayana
bhola bhala hai siddha sayana
teesra talak just abhi hoya ji
teesra talak just abhi hoya ji

meethi hai zaban ji munda satyavan ji
par kadi kadi maa bhen de marpeet ji
lyaao ji lyaao munde nu lyaao ji
pandat ji zara kundali milao ji
gaao jee gaao shagan manaao ji
ho ho pandat ji zara kundali milao ji
tere tan aur dhan mein hi
iska man laga rahe yehi aashirwad haiga ji
sun pyari simran ja jee le apna jeevan
sarvgun sampann munda dhoondha ji munda dhundha ji
haaye gunda dhundha ji gunda dhundha ji
haye haye gunda dhundha ji jaao jee jaao munda bulaao ri
pandat ji zara kundali milao ji

High five, high five, the lad's a star, you see,
Six to eight-pack, a thug, wild and free.
A jailbird's touch, a fleeting, brief embrace,
Failed the tenth grade, a disgrace.

Polite, cultured, obedient, they say,
But whiskey and gambling hold him in their sway.
Go, go, fetch the boy, now, I implore,
Priest, please match their stars, and nothing more.
Sing, sing, celebrate the joyous day,
Oh priest, please match their stars, without delay.

He doesn't ask for dowry, that's the word,
He doesn't ask for dowry, barely heard,
Just a car, a mansion, a fixed deposit's grace,
Car, mansion, FD, to set the pace.

Innocent face, so simple, so wise,
Innocent face, so simple, so wise,
His third divorce, just yesterday, it seems,
His third divorce, shattering all dreams.

Sweet is his tongue, a truth-teller's art,
But sometimes, mother and sister's hearts
He breaks.
Bring him, bring the lad, without a pause,
Priest, please match their stars, defying all laws.
Sing, sing, celebrate the joyous day,
Oh priest, please match their stars, come what may.
May his heart find solace in your form,
And in your wealth, contentment, safe and warm.
Listen, Simran, darling, live your life anew,
A perfect, virtuous groom, we've found for you.
A groom we've found, a groom we've found, a brute!
A groom we've found! Go, fetch the boy, now, I implore,
Priest, please match their stars, forevermore.