are ye shahar hai bambai, bam bam bai
ye shahar hai bambai, raunake nayi nayi
usne maje ho maje
ho maje lut liye, jiski yaha jam gayi
ye shahar hai bambai, bam bam bai

rup ka hai jaal kahi, kate kate baal kahi
dank mare ho pyare
dank mare, lambi lambi chotiya
tirchi najar dale lewe
jan bhi nikal, inki aankhe hai ya
hay aankhe hai ya, jadu ki hai gotiya
gori jahan jam gayi
duniya wahi tham gayi
usne maje ho maje
ho maje lut liye, jiski yaha jam gayi
ye shahar hai bambai, bam bam bai

tu maje se ghum yaha
hotelo ki dhum yaha
log aate o bandhu
log aate ghar ka khana chhod ke
jaat ho ya laat jaat
chaupaati ki chaat
aji dhandhe kare
o gorkh dhande kare, lakh ke karod ke
are lakshmi kahi kam gayi
kahi chhama chham gayi
usne maje ho maje
ho maje lut liye, jiski yaha jam gayi
ye shahar hai bambai, bam bam bai

jhuth ka vyopar yaha
matlabi hai yar yaha
kaam bana o beta
kaam bana, jhat se najar fer le
dhandhe chale jor se, to bande chaaro aur se
fir chacha mama aa
fir chacha mama, tau kahke gher le
ye toli jaha jam gayi
to dub wo firm gayi
usne maje ho maje
ho maje lut liye, jiski yaha jam gayi
ye shahar hai bambai, raunake nayi nayi
usne maje ho maje
ho maje lut liye, jiski yaha jam gayi
ye shahar hai bambai, bam bam bai

Oh, this city is Bombay, a booming sound,
Bombay, where new excitements abound.
If fortune favors,
If your roots take hold,
Then pleasures are seized, stories told.
Bombay, a booming sound.

Where beauty ensnares, with fleeting tresses,
Love's stinging darts, in tender caresses.
Long braids that sway,
A sideways glance,
That steals the soul, a fatal trance.
Eyes that bewitch,
Like magic beads,
Where beauty takes hold,
The world concedes.
If fortune favors,
If your roots take hold,
Then pleasures are seized, stories told.
Bombay, a booming sound.

Roam freely here, in joyful guise,
Hotels ablaze, beneath the skies.
People come, oh friend,
Forsaking hearth and home,
From farmer to lord,
The street-food's foam.
Deals are struck,
Mysteries unfold,
From fortunes built,
To fortunes sold.
Where Lakshmi smiles,
Where fortunes fall,
If fortune favors,
If your roots take hold,
Then pleasures are seized, stories told.
Bombay, a booming sound.

Where lies are traded, and friends are fickle,
Do your work, boy, then quickly shrivel
If business booms,
And fortunes gleam,
Then uncles, aunts,
Surround and scheme.
Where cliques convene,
The soul descends,
If fortune favors,
If your roots take hold,
Then pleasures are seized, stories told.
Bombay, where new excitements abound.
If fortune favors,
If your roots take hold,
Then pleasures are seized, stories told.
Bombay, a booming sound.