chooje hum masoom se bachhe
bigad gaye jab pehne kachhe
same color ki apni chaddi
yaar mera hoon mera buddy
hay hay hay
chooje hum masoom se bachhe
bigad gaye jab pehne kachhe
same color ki apni chaddi
yaar mera hoon mera buddy

kandhe par chad kar kano me
galiya band dukano me
dhaar lada kar humne muta
nahi kiya pakhaano me
kande pe chadh kar kaano me
galiya band dukanon me
dhar lada kar hamne muta
bhaga bhaga ke sab ne suta

tu juta main tera fita
bade kaj tu mere sita
tu juta main tera fita
nasha mujhe daaru tu pinda
tu juta main tera fita
yar mere tu ye ki kita
tu juta main tera fita
jalat bawandar jagat ka suttaa

jab jawaani futi taaji taaji
suru ho gai laudiya baaji
laudiya, laudiya, laudiya, laudiya
jab jawaani futi taaji taaji
suru ho gai laudiya baaji
tel lagate gole ka
ab baalo me hai jail jara si
ghar walo ne maare chhitar
bigad gai apni pikchar
sakal thi aesi ban gai luna
sutte maare bam bam kar

ghar walo ne maare chhitar
bigad gai apni pikchar
sakal thi aesi ban gai luna
laga diya fir sabne chuna
tu juta main tera fita
bade kaj tu mere sita
tu juta main tera fita
nasha mujhe daaru tu pinda
tu juta main tera fita
yar mere tu ye ki kita
tu juta main tera fita
jalat bawandar jagat ka suttaa
tu juta main tera fita

We, innocent chicks, so pure and small,
Then spoiled, in shorts, we stood up tall.
Matching briefs, a vibrant hue,
My friend, my soul, my brother, true.
Oh, woe, oh woe!
We, innocent chicks, so pure and small,
Then spoiled, in shorts, we stood up tall.
Matching briefs, a vibrant hue,
My friend, my soul, my brother, true.

Upon shoulders, whispers in ears,
In streets, of closed shops, full of fears.
We pissed with such a fervent spark,
Never on stones, leaving our mark.
Upon shoulders, whispers in ears,
In streets, of closed shops, full of fears.
We pissed with such a fervent spark,
Then chased, and all were brought to dark.

You are the shoe, and I the lace,
You the King, in this hallowed space.
You are the shoe, and I the lace,
You love the drink, I take your place.
You are the shoe, and I the lace,
My friend, what act did you embrace?
You are the shoe, and I the lace,
The world's hot tempest, a burning chase.

When youth's fresh bloom began to rise,
The game of girls, a sweet surprise.
Girls, girls, girls, girls!
When youth's fresh bloom began to rise,
The game of girls, a sweet surprise.
We oiled our bodies, round and bold,
Now gel adorns, a story told.
The family struck, a stinging blow,
Our pictures shattered, to and fro.
Faces then like the moon's soft gleam,
We smoked our bombs, a vibrant dream.

The family struck, a stinging blow,
Our pictures shattered, to and fro.
Faces then like the moon's soft gleam,
Then all rejected, it would seem.
You are the shoe, and I the lace,
You the King, in this hallowed space.
You are the shoe, and I the lace,
You love the drink, I take your place.
You are the shoe, and I the lace,
My friend, what act did you embrace?
You are the shoe, and I the lace,
The world's hot tempest, a burning chase.
You are the shoe, and I the lace.