dariya kinare milli mumbai chi pori arey rey
dariya kinare milli mumbai chi pori
dariya kinare milli mumbai chi pori pichu pada ek lukha tapori
pichu pada ek lukha tapori palu pakad liya baiga
aaiga aaiga aaiga aaiga aaiga aaiga
aaiga aaiga aaiga aaiga aaiga aaiga

hey hatho mein tha uske mogre ka phool
kehne laga isko karle kabul
hey hatho mein tha uske mogre ka phool
kehne laga malla karle kabul me bole me bole
me bole me bole baiga aaiga
aaiga aaiga aaiga aaiga aaiga aaiga
salla tamsoli gavaaicha nai
salla tamsoli gavaaicha nai

hey sanga kadhi mujhse shaadi banayga
navri banake mujhe vo le jayega
hey sanga kadhi mujhse shaadi banayga
navri banake mujhe vo le jayega khule me khule me
khule me jashan manaega aaiga aaiga aaiga aaiga
aaiga aaiga aaiga dariya kinare milli mumbai chi pori pori
dariya kinare milli mumbai chi pori
pichu pada ek lukghat tipori
pichu pada mere lukghat tipori
palu pakad liya baiga aaiga aaiga aaiga
aaiga aaiga aaiga aaiga aaiga aaiga
aaiga aaiga aaiga aaiga aaiga aaiga aaiga aaiga aaiga

By the ocean's edge, a Mumbai maiden, ah,
By the ocean's edge, a Mumbai maiden,
By the ocean's edge, a Mumbai maiden,
A rogue, a street-rat, pursued her then,
A rogue, a street-rat, pursued her,
Clutched at her shawl, and she cried aloud,
He's coming, he's coming, he's coming, he's coming,
He's coming, he's coming,
He's coming, he's coming, he's coming, he's coming.

In her hands, a jasmine bloom she held,
He begged, accept this, be compelled,
In her hands, a jasmine bloom she held,
He begged, my love, be embraced, be mine,
She spoke, she said,
She spoke, she said, he's coming,
He's coming, he's coming, he's coming, he's coming,
He's coming, he's coming,
This farce, this joke, a fool's design,
This farce, this joke, a fool's design.

He asked, when will you make me your own?
A bride, you'll be, to my home you'll be flown,
He asked, when will you make me your own?
A bride, you'll be, to my home you'll be flown,
In the open, in the open,
Celebration will be, he's coming,
He's coming, he's coming, he's coming,
By the ocean's edge, a Mumbai maiden,
By the ocean's edge, a Mumbai maiden,
A rogue, a street-rat, pursued her then,
A rogue, a street-rat, pursued her then,
Clutched at her shawl, and she cried aloud,
He's coming, he's coming, he's coming,
He's coming, he's coming, he's coming, he's coming,
He's coming, he's coming, he's coming, he's coming,
He's coming, he's coming, he's coming,
He's coming, he's coming, he's coming,