sara pyar hai bekar aisa karana palle
gaddi de de paise char teri balle balle
agar tu yar hai dil dar khali karade galle
dollar pound ya dinar gaddi paise se chale
sara pyar hai bekar aisa karana palle

agawa karalo haa ji are dangi waji waji
hoye leke kat le kattu ib kahe ki parwah ji
agawa karalo haa ji are dangi waji waji
hoye leke kat le kattu ib kahe ki parwah ji
bijansh dhandha chopat yar ib chabi ke challe
cycle apni panchar yar meri arrayi chale
huva nar so bimar khawo ib kaise kalle
dollar pound ya dinar gaddi paise se chale

mai munni mai munni mujhe tu na bacha samajh
kha jaugi sabko kacha samajh
mai munni mai munni mujhe na tu bacha samajh
kha jaugi sabko kacha samajh
mai choti badi meri doli khadi mere dari dari
mai dhin tak dhin tak dhin tak
tu amrikan mister or main gabber ki sister
jhadu de ke mor bana du chalti firati pistel
tu amrikan mister or mai gabber ki sister
jhadu de ke mor bana du chalti firati pistel
goli aar ya to par kuch to soch le jalle
tera sut but bekar futti kodi na palle
tu obama ka yar iss me phone hee kalle
dollar pound ya dinar gaddi paise se chale

fas gaye re obama are dhila hai paijama
i love you re obama kisane bole mama
kara de kuch karnama ho jaye kuch hungama
fas gaye re obama fas gaye re obama
fas gaye re obama fas gaye re obama
dhin tak dhin tak dhin tak
dollar pound ya dinar gaddi paise se chale

All love is futile, grasp this truth,
Hand over the car, four coins for you,
If you are a friend, a lover true, empty the till,
Dollars, pounds, or dinars, the car runs on bills,
All love is futile, grasp this truth.

Kidnap me, yes, oh, the drums beat loud,
Take and slice, cut, now what is there to be proud?
Kidnap me, yes, oh, the drums beat loud,
Take and slice, cut, now what is there to be proud?
Business is ruined, friend, now just keys' rings,
My own bicycle, flat, mine, it sings,
A hundred sick, eat now, how can you scrimp?
Dollars, pounds, or dinars, the car runs on bills.

I am Munni, I am Munni, do not think me a child,
I will devour everyone raw, wild,
I am Munni, I am Munni, do not think me a child,
I will devour everyone raw, wild.
I am small, I am big, my palanquin stands,
I am the beat, the rhythm, the dance.
You are the American Mister, and I, Gabbar’s sister,
I'll sweep and make a peacock, a walking, talking pistol.
You are the American Mister, and I, Gabbar’s sister,
I'll sweep and make a peacock, a walking, talking pistol.
The bullet will pierce or pass, think, you fool,
Your suit and boot are worthless, not a penny to pool,
You are Obama's friend, in this phone call alone,
Dollars, pounds, or dinars, the car runs on bills.

Obama's caught, oh, his pajamas are loose,
I love you, Obama, who did Mama accuse?
Do something, a deed, let there be some fuss,
Obama's caught, Obama's caught,
Obama's caught, Obama's caught,
The beat, the rhythm, the dance.
Dollars, pounds, or dinars, the car runs on bills.