jhumari ne maange jhumru se ghungru
jhumru ye bola ghungru na damaru
london se bombay bombay se kangada
oy oy oy oy oy hoy hoy hoy lets go
pump up the bangara pump up the bangara
pump up the bangara pump up the bangara

ramba saamba chya chya chya kya hulla hu kya rock n role
sabka ho gaya bistar gol are kya karne hai baaje gaaje
ek dol do mithe bol nain taraaju mein dil tol
pump up the bangara pump up the bangara
pump up the bangara pump up the bangara

mithiya mithiya galla kariye aaja be ja mere kol
jivan jal mei maadira ghol
mai ban jaau aaj sapera jhume tu banke naagin dol
dil ke sab darwaaje khol pump up the bangara pump up the bangara
ye naach gaana barso puraana
india se sikha saara jamaana
london se bombay bombay se kangada
oy oy oy oy oy hoy hoy hoy
pump up the bangada o balle pump up the bangada
o shaava pump up the bangada hoy pump up the bangada

kaali kaali julfe teri gore gore tere gaal
uspe ye mastaani chaal main mar jaanva gud khaake
tu puchh na mere dil ka haal haal huva mera behaal
pump up the bangara pump up the bangara
baithe hai sab log bichaye mehfil mein naino ke jaal
lut na jaaye mera maal ek najhumi ne bola tha
achcha gujrega ye saal dekhe kya ho ab ke saal
pump up the bhangada oy pump up the bhangada
naach meri jaan tu baat meri maan tu
dil chaahe maangle aaj meri jaan tu
london se bombay bombay se kangada
oy oy oy oy oy hoy hoy hoy
pump up the bangara pump up the bhangara
o balle pump up the bangara pump up the bhangara

kuchh bhi keh lo kuchh bhi karlo ye duniya hai ek baazaar
bik jaate hai jisme yaar kal ki kal dekhenge
aaja aaj jarasa karle pyaar meri jaan mat kar inkaar
pump up the bhangara pump up the bhangara

jine ka hai shok tujhe to marne ko ho ja taiyaar
ha karde karde ikraar aaye jaaye yaar jawaani
sau saalo mei bas ek baar karle karle aa do chaar
pump up the bangara pump up the bhangara
tu bhi akeli main bhi akela dono mile to ban jaaye mela
london se bombay bombay se kangada
oy oy oy oy oy hoy hoy hoy
pump up the bhangara pump up the bhangara
o balle pump up the bhangada o shaava pump up the bhangada

Jhumri sought ghungroos from Jhumru,
Jhumru, alas, offers no ghungroos, nor a damru.
From London to Bombay, Bombay to Kangra,
Oye oye oye oye oye hoye hoye hoye, let's go!
Pump up the bhangra, pump up the bhangra,
Pump up the bhangra, pump up the bhangra.

Rumba, samba, cha-cha-cha, what a hullabaloo, what rock 'n' roll,
All have their beds rolled up, why these drums and tunes?
One dhol, two sweet words, eyes as scales, weighing the heart,
Pump up the bhangra, pump up the bhangra,
Pump up the bhangra, pump up the bhangra.

Sweet, sweet words we speak, come sit beside me,
In life's water, let's mix the wine,
I'll become a snake charmer, you sway as a dancing cobra,
Open all the doors of your heart, pump up the bhangra, pump up the bhangra,
This dance and song, a tradition of ages,
The whole world learned it from India,
From London to Bombay, Bombay to Kangra,
Oye oye oye oye oye hoye hoye hoye!
Pump up the bhangra, o balle pump up the bhangra,
O shava pump up the bhangra, hoye pump up the bhangra.

Dark, dark are your tresses, fair, fair are your cheeks,
Upon them, that intoxicating gait, I'm dying, eating sweets,
Don't ask the state of my heart, my state is wretched,
Pump up the bhangra, pump up the bhangra,
All are seated, casting nets of eyes in this gathering,
Lest my treasure be stolen, a stargazer said,
This year will pass well, let's see what happens this year,
Pump up the bhangra, pump up the bhangra,
Dance, my love, heed my words,
If your heart desires, ask for my life today,
From London to Bombay, Bombay to Kangra,
Oye oye oye oye oye hoye hoye hoye!
Pump up the bhangra, o balle pump up the bhangra,
O balle pump up the bhangra, o balle pump up the bhangra.

Say what you may, do what you may, this world is a marketplace,
Where friends are sold, we'll see about tomorrow,
Come, today, let's love a little, my love, don't refuse,
Pump up the bhangra, o balle pump up the bhangra.

If you have a desire to live, then be prepared to die,
Say yes, refuse, come and go, friends, youth,
Comes only once in a hundred years, do a little, do a few,
Pump up the bhangra, o balle pump up the bhangra,
You are alone, I am alone, if we meet, it becomes a festival,
From London to Bombay, Bombay to Kangra,
Oye oye oye oye oye hoye hoye hoye!
Pump up the bhangra, o balle pump up the bhangra,
O balle pump up the bhangra, o shava pump up the bhangra.