kudi nachdi club vich yamla pagla diwana
neele naino wali daru yamla pagla diwana
haye sadi daru da tu pani ban ja
apni nayi taknik hai yamla pagla diwana
sade hai apne tarike uk me pind de salike
dhak apni baithe jamake haa
jatt yamla pagla ho gaya re ishk me haye soniya
jatt yamla pagla ho gaya re ishk me

nachne de tere karde clap
bachke rahe na kare koi kidnap yamla pagla diwana
nachne pe mere munde karde clap
ganu mai jo bich me ye karde hai
clap tera sona roop kuwara piece hai dimond da
ye lute ye lute ye lute sara zamana
jatt yamla jatt yamla jatt yamla pagla diwana

suit mera lal rang da rang da paranda mera jave tangda tangda
o minnta hazar karke karke munda mera dil mangda

nain mila ke kar lete hai ham dil ki choriya
busy busy busy busy ho tera kajra jo dekha dil machla
tikhe naino waliye mai ho gaya sharabi bas mainu hor na pila
ek bas tera hoke tujhme khoke kar diya okay ni
suit mera yamla pagla yamla yamla dimond da
jatt yamla pagla ho gaya
ye lute ye lute jatt yamla pagla ho gaya

rabba mere yar nu najar lag jave na
hone wale pyar nu najar lag jave na
suit tera lal rang da najar lag jave na

ye jashan jaruri hai ye tashan jaruri hai
ham razi hai usme jo rab ki manzuri hai
hai rakhte sabse yari ke famous hai dildari
ek bas tera hoke tujhme khoke kar diya okay ni
ye lute ye lute jatt yamla jatt yamla
suit mera lal rang da rangda paranda mera janve tangda
oh minnta hazar karke neele naina wali daru
oh munda mera dil mangda diwana

In the club, a maiden dances, Yamla Pagla Deewana,
Eyes of sapphire, the liquor, Yamla Pagla Deewana.
Become the water to my drink, my dear,
A new technique we unveil, Yamla Pagla Deewana.

We have our own ways, in the UK, a village's charm,
Watch as our youths gather, ready to charm.
The Jat, Yamla, has gone mad, in love, oh Sonia,
The Jat, Yamla, has gone mad, in love.

Let the dancing be, though laments they may weave,
Beware, lest a kidnapping you receive, Yamla Pagla Deewana.
On my dancing, the lads, they do weep,
In the crowd, they begin to seethe.
Your golden form, a diamond's worth,
They plunder, they plunder, the whole world's earth.
The Jat, Yamla, the Jat, Yamla, Yamla Pagla Deewana.

My suit of scarlet, a vibrant hue,
My scarf, it sways, a sight to view.
A thousand pleas, my heart he seeks,
To steal the heart, the Jat speaks.

Meeting eyes, we steal the heart's secrets,
Busy, busy, busy, your kohl-lined eyes, a heart's beat.
Sharp-eyed beauty, I've become a drunk, no more, I plead,
Just one, yours alone, in you I'm lost, I concede,
My suit, Yamla Pagla, Yamla, diamond's gleam,
The Jat, Yamla, has gone mad, it would seem.
They plunder, they plunder, the Jat, Yamla, has gone mad.

God, may my beloved be spared the evil eye,
May this burgeoning love, never die.
My suit of scarlet, lest an evil eye be near.

This celebration is essential, this thirst, so true,
We rejoice in what the divine decrees, anew.
We keep friendship with all, known for our heart's ease,
Just one, yours alone, in you I'm lost, I appease.
They plunder, they plunder, the Jat, Yamla, the Jat, Yamla,
My suit of scarlet, my scarf, it sways, a vibrant plea,
A thousand pleas, eyes of sapphire, the liquor,
Oh, my love, my heart he seeks, Deewana.