agre ka lala angreji dulhan laya re
agre ka lala angreji dulhan laya re
sidha chalte chalte isne kaisa palta khaya re
agre ka lala angreji dulhan laya re agre ka lala

koi kahe buddu koi kahe hai anari
koi kahe buddu koi kahe hai anari
koi kahe mari apne paanv pe kulhari
koi kahe lalu ki duba di isne lutiya
naak katvayi hai kata ke isne chutiya
naak katvayi hai kata ke isne chutiya
lekin khud darta lala ye aashiq hai dilwala
lekin khud darta lala ye aashiq hai dilwala
majnu aur parhlad se isne uncha naumbar paya re
agre ka lala angreji dulhan laya re agre ka lala

subah subah uth ke vo chay bhi banaye
subah subah uth ke vo chay bhi banaye
darte darte fir vo apni madam ko jagaye
jage na jo madam to panv vo dabaye
dhire dhire pyar bara gana bhi gaye
ae husn jara jaag tujhe ishq jagaye
ae husn jara jaag tujhe ishq jagaye
diwana tera laya hai ek liptan ki chay
ae husn jara jaag tujhe ishq jagaye

koi lakh kare badnami ye pyar hai nahi gulami
koi lakh kare badnami ye pyar hai nahi gulami
husn ki seva karke isne aashiq dharm nibhaya
agre ka lala angreji dulhan laya re
agre ka lala angreji dulhan laya re
sida chalte chalte isne kaisa palta khaya re
agre ka lala angreji dulhan laya re agre ka lala

The merchant of Agra, an English bride he did claim,
The merchant of Agra, an English bride he did claim.
A straight path he walked, then how did he swerve the game?
The merchant of Agra, an English bride he did claim.

Some call him a fool, some call him uncouth,
Some call him a fool, some call him uncouth,
Some say he's taken an axe to his own truth.
Some say he's sunk his own fragile pot,
He's shamed himself, his pride has been cut.
He's shamed himself, his pride has been cut.
But though fear he knows, this merchant's heart glows,
This lover's heart, a fire that grows,
He's surpassed Majnu and Prahlad, a number of lore,
The merchant of Agra, an English bride he did claim, the merchant of Agra.

Each dawn he rises, to brew her a tea,
Each dawn he rises, to brew her a tea,
Afraid, he awakens his lady, you see.
If his madam won't stir, then her feet he will press,
Softly he sings, love in his caress:
"Oh beauty, awaken, for love bids you rise,
Oh beauty, awaken, for love bids you rise,
Your madman has brought you a Lipton's surprise!"
Oh beauty, awaken, for love bids you rise.

Though scorn may abound, this love has no chain,
Though scorn may abound, this love has no chain,
Serving beauty, his lover's dharma he's shown.
The merchant of Agra, an English bride he did claim,
The merchant of Agra, an English bride he did claim.
A straight path he walked, then how did he swerve the game?
The merchant of Agra, an English bride he did claim, the merchant of Agra.