haye kya imarat hai hur ka mukhda
are tu chand ka tukda hai tukdi
ye ulti sidhi aankhen ye tedi medi chal
ye fiki fiki nazre ye mehndi wale baal
jo chahe wo utha le chori ka hai ye maal
are kiranben tari kamar joi ne
maru mann duhdai gayu
jadu teri kamar khushbu tera badan
jadu teri kamar khushbu tera badan
tu yes kar ya no kar tu yes kar ya no kar
main hu tera sajan main hu tera sajan

jab bhi koi ladka dekhe mujhko
yeh gana bole o le o le o le o le o le o le
baris to aayi nahi sarpe pade hai ole
o le o le o le o le o le o le
haye haye yeh meri angadaiya
haye haye yeh meri tanhaiya
haule se aake mera dil ka yeh
darwaja khole o le o le o le o le o le o le
ladki hai kya pataka iski ada jhataka
iska nasha pataka pataka pataka pataka
puchho ise jara iski marzi hai kya
feko paisa zara dekho hota hai kya

look look look are baba look
o my darling you are a crook
look look look are baba look
o my darling you are a crook
pyar mera jab jaag gaya
chhod ke auto mujhe bhag gaya
dekhe ek piter ka chhala
dil mera le gaya ruk ruk ruk
ruk ruk ruk

tu chiz badi hai sakht sakht
tu chiz badi hai sakht
tu chiz badi hai sakht sakht
tu chiz badi hai sakht
yeh mote mote gal gal
yeh chhote chhote baal baal
ladki hai ya football yaar
yeh haal tera har waqt waqt
tu cheez badi hai sakht sakht
tu cheez badi hai sakht
tu cheez badi hai sakht sakht
tu cheez badi hai sakht

i am bad i am bad i am bad
o chhattis chaubis chhattis niche
log bole dekho dekho dekho
mera bhed khole
o chhattis chaubis chhattis niche
log bole dekho dekho dekho
mera bhed khole mere deewane haye
mere parwane haye
leke tarazu mera roop tole
chhattis chobis chhattis chobis
chhattis chobis chhattis chobis

padma haye salma haye
padma haye haye haye
mera sadma badhta jaaye
salma haye haye haye
meri niyat bigdi jaaye
kamla kamla haye haye haye
niyat bigdi jaaye
iska pata not karva le
isse taka mera bhida de
aisa chakkar koi chala de
baki apna kaha na tale
padma haye haye haye
mera sadma badhta jaaye
salma haye haye haye
meri niyat bigdi jaaye
kamla kamla haye haye haye
niyat bigdi jaaye

Behold, a fortress built of the Hur's face,
A fragment of the moon, a dazzling grace.
These eyes, askew, a dance of winding ways,
Faint glances, hennaed strands in sunlit haze.
Take what you desire, the maiden's prize,
A sunbeam, tracing curves before my eyes,
My heart, it aches, my soul is torn asunder.
Your magic waist, your scent, my soul's wonder.
Say yes or no, the choice is now your own,
I am your beloved, forever known.

Whenever a boy beholds my form,
This song they sing, a gathering storm:
"O le, O le, O le," a haunting sound,
Though rain has fled, the hailstones pound.
"O le, O le, O le, O le, O le, O le,"
My sighs arise, my lonely plea.
Softly approaching, the heart's gate to release,
"O le, O le, O le," for inner peace.
Is she a firecracker, her allure a spark?
Her intoxication, a dazzling dark?
Ask her then, if her will is free,
Cast forth your coin, and then you'll see.

Look, look, look, oh father, look!
My darling, you're a cunning crook.
My love awakened, a fiery start,
Leaving the auto, he tore apart.
Beholding a Peter's ring of shine,
He stole my heart, my soul, entwine.
Stop, stop, stop.

You are a thing of rigid strength,
You are a thing of rigid length.
These fleshy cheeks, where joy resides,
These tiny tresses, where beauty hides.
A girl or a football, a playful fight?
This plight of yours, each hour of night.
You are a thing of rigid strength,
You are a thing of rigid length.

I am bad, I am bad, I am bad!
Oh, thirty-six, twenty-four, thirty-six below,
People whisper, watch, and then, they show,
My secret revealed, for all to see,
Oh, thirty-six, twenty-four, thirty-six, free.
They reveal my secret, my madness grows,
My devotees, their passion flows.
Taking a scale, to weigh my form,
Thirty-six, twenty-four, a shaping storm.

Padma, alas, Salma, alas!
Padma, alas, alas, alas!
My sorrow swells, my spirit bends,
Salma, alas, alas, my virtue ends.
Kamala, Kamala, alas, alas!
My intentions unravel, as moments pass.
Note her address, let fate now be,
Collide my fate, with her decree.
Devise a scheme, a cunning plan,
The rest I'll leave, to woman and man.
Padma, alas, alas, alas!
My sorrow swells, as moments pass.
Salma, alas, alas, my virtue ends.
Kamala, Kamala, alas, alas!
My intentions unravel, as moments pass.