pehlan tan kudi ne ludhiana vi ni tappeya si
tappeya si tappeya si
pehlan tan kudi ne ludhiana vi ni tappeya
puchhe bina gharo bahar per vi ni rakheya
jado di madam ji shehar vich aayi
bas party diyan gallan kardi rehndi ae
kudi saturday saturday kardi rehndi ae
kudi saturday saturday kardi rehndi ae
kudi saturday saturday kardi rehndi ae
kudi saturday saturday kardi rehndi ae
saturday saturday kudi saturday saturday

hanji phir ek baar dekho aaya shanivar
party karne ke liye baby ji ho gayi taiyyar
sarojni ke kapde pehen ke jati madam disco
vip me complimentary shots bhi de do isko
isko gaadi chahiye lambi usme music chahiye loud
ye jati mehenge club me jaha hota dhang ka crowd
ludhiyane se aayi ladki university padhti hai
kahti to hai student hai, but i doubt
mundeya de palle vi tu chadeya ni kakh
jado sunday monday kare tera jhutte khanda lakk
aati honda me, audi me jati tu khisak
suck suck baby what the f

chovi ghante fever tenu chadiya club da
roz raati soni soni kudiyan nu labh da
lakhha ni affair tere monge wali hai savere
shami mere utte kundi addi rahndi ae
kudi saturday saturday kardi raendi ae
kudi saturday saturday kardi raendi ae
saturday saturday kudi saturday saturday

Before, the girl hadn't even stepped in Ludhiana,
Never, no, never.
Before, the girl hadn't even stepped in Ludhiana,
Never ventured a foot outside her home without asking.
Since Madam Ji arrived in the city,
Only talks of parties do she speak.
The girl keeps saying Saturday, Saturday,
The girl keeps saying Saturday, Saturday,
The girl keeps saying Saturday, Saturday,
The girl keeps saying Saturday, Saturday,
Saturday, Saturday, the girl Saturday, Saturday.

Yes, once again, see, Saturday has arrived,
Baby Ji is ready to party.
Wearing Sarojini's clothes, Madam goes to the disco,
Give her complimentary shots in VIP.
She wants a long car, loud music inside,
She goes to expensive clubs where there's a decent crowd.
The girl came from Ludhiana, studies at the university,
Says she's a student, but I doubt it.
You haven't left a thing for the boys,
When Sunday, Monday comes, your waist shakes.
Comes in a Honda, leaves in an Audi,
Suck, suck, baby, what the fuck?

A twenty-four-hour fever of the club has gripped you,
Every night you search for pretty girls.
Lakhs of affairs, you have, the one from Moga in the morning,
In the evening, she keeps latching onto me.
The girl keeps saying Saturday, Saturday,
The girl keeps saying Saturday, Saturday,
Saturday, Saturday, the girl Saturday, Saturday.