yaha ek hai anaar, khanewale hazaar
har ladke ko pehli hi baat me ho jata hai pyaar
ik duje, ik duje, ik duje ka samaan har sawari rahi taad

ye hai saddi dilli yaar sabka hai apna jugaad
24x7 party sharty hardam saare taiyaar
ye hai saddi dilli yaar sabka hai apna jugaad
ye hai saddi dilli yaar sabka apna apna jugaad

yaha log lagaate jack ke pehle unka kaam karaao
kudiya karti bargaining bhaiya thoda kam lagao
thik thik lagao na bhaiya
yaha log lagaate jack ke pehle unka kaam karaao

kudiya karti bargaining bhaiya thoda kam lagao
har weekend, har weekend
har weekend pe ho party saare khadkaye jaam
ye hai saddi dilli yaar sabka hai apna jugaad
ye hai saddi dilli yaar sabka hai apna jugaad
ye hai saddi dilli yaar sabka sabka sabka

party se nikle kariban saade do baje the
main aur mere teen dost daru me full raje the
bahaane soch rahe the sab mummy ko kya batlaunga
main bola tujhe meri kasam bhai gaadi main chalaaunga

woh bole bhai talli ho gaadi kaise chalaaoge
maine kahaa saalon ab tum baap ko sikhaoge
dekha samne to thi ek red skirt me totta naar
fir hum charo ne bola ye bandi badi sahi hai yaar

ghoom raha tha sir yaa ghoom rahi thi meri car
mujhko laga jaise aaj chadh nahi rahi hai yaar
zaalim thi woh chick jisko kar baitha main pick
na puchho uske baad jo hui
dhick chik, dhick chik, dhick chik, dhick chik

A pomegranate hangs, a thousand mouths to feed,
Each lad, at first glance, plants a hungry seed.
One to another, a shared desire, a ride,
This is Delhi, friend, where solutions coincide.

Twenty-four seven, a party's eternal call,
Always ready, answering the hedonistic thrall.
This is Delhi, friend, where solutions coincide.
This is Delhi, friend, where each finds their own stride.

Here, they grease palms, priorities aligned,
Girls haggle prices, "Brother, lower the find!"
"Just a little less, brother," they plead,
Here, they grease palms, for a need to be freed.
Girls haggle prices, for a need to be freed.
Every weekend, every weekend,
Every weekend, the glasses clink and gleam,
This is Delhi, friend, where solutions coincide.
This is Delhi, friend, where solutions coincide.
This is Delhi, friend, where everyone, everyone, everyone,

The party breaks, the clock strikes two's chime,
Three friends and I, drunk on revelry's climb.
Each searching for a lie, to tell his mother's plea,
I swore, "On my honor, I'll steer, you trust in me!"
They asked, "Drunk as you are, how will you drive?"
I answered, "You dare, to teach your father how to survive?"
Then, a crimson skirt, a vision, a sweet delight,
And we all agreed, "That girl is shining bright!"
Did my head spin, or the car's wheel take hold?
It felt like, oh, today, the story won't be told.
A cruel woman, a pick I'd made,
Don't ask about the aftermath,
Dhik chik, dhik chik, dhik chik, dhik chik.