mere hotho se dhuandhar nikalti hai jo boli
jaise jaise bandook ki goli
mere tevar mein hai tehzeeb ki rangeen rangoli
jaise jaise ho eid mein holi
mere hotho se dhuandhar nikalti hai jo boli
jaise jaise bandook ki goli
mere tevar mein hai tehzeeb ki rangeen rangoli
jaise jaise ho eid mein holi

mere jeevan ki dasha
thoda rasto ka nasha
thodi manzil ki pyas hai
baki sab first class hai
baki sab first class hai
baaki sab first class hai ha kasam se
baaki sab first class hai
pal mein tola pal mein maasa
jaisi baazi waisa pasha
apni thodi hattke duniyadaari hai

karna kya hai chandi sona
jitna paana utna khona
hum to dil ke dhande ke vyapari hai
meri muskaan liye kabhi aati hai subah
kabhi shamein udaas hai
baaki sab first class hai
baaki sab first class hai
baaki sab first class hai haan kasam se
baaki sab first class hai

ho sabke hothon pe charcha tera
bantta galiyon mein parcha tera
yun to aashiq hain laakho magar
sabse ooncha hai darjaa tera
jeb mein ho athanni bhale
chalta noton mein kharcha tera
yu to aashiq hai laakho magar
sabse ooncha hai darjaa tera
sabse ooncha hai darjaa tera

meri tareef se chhupti phire badnamiya meri
jaise jaise ho aankh micholi
mere tevar mein hai tehzeeb ki rangeen rangoli
jaise jaise ho eid me holi
mere jeevan ki dasha thoda raston ka nasha
thodi manzil ki pyaas hai
baaki sab first class hai
baaki sab first class hai
baaki sab first class hai ha kasam se
baaki sab first class hai ha

From my lips, a torrent unfurls,
A speech like a bullet's whirls.
My bearing, a tapestry bright,
Like Holi's hues in Eid's light.
From my lips, a torrent unfurls,
A speech like a bullet's whirls.
My bearing, a tapestry bright,
Like Holi's hues in Eid's light.

My life's design,
A touch of roads, a hint of wine,
A thirst for the goal, a distant gleam,
The rest, a first-class, vibrant dream.
The rest, a first-class, vibrant dream.
The rest, a first-class, vibrant dream, I swear,
The rest, a first-class, vibrant dream.
In moments weighed, in moments lost,
As the game's played, whatever the cost,
My world stands apart, unique and bold.

Why chase after silver and gold?
To gain is to lose, as stories unfold,
We trade in hearts, our fortunes to hold.
My smile, a dawn that greets the day,
At times, the evenings fade away,
The rest, a first-class, vibrant dream.
The rest, a first-class, vibrant dream.
The rest, a first-class, vibrant dream, I swear,
The rest, a first-class, vibrant dream.

Your name on every lip's embrace,
Your fame, the streets begin to trace.
Lovers abound, a countless throng,
But yours, the highest, belongs.
With coins in pocket, humble and small,
Your expenses, in notes, enthrall.
Lovers abound, a countless throng,
But yours, the highest, belongs.
Yours, the highest, belongs.

My praise conceals my woes, my shame,
Like hide-and-seek, a whispered game.
My bearing, a tapestry bright,
Like Holi's hues in Eid's light.
My life's design, a touch of roads, a hint of wine,
A thirst for the goal, a distant gleam,
The rest, a first-class, vibrant dream.
The rest, a first-class, vibrant dream.
The rest, a first-class, vibrant dream, I swear,
The rest, a first-class, vibrant dream.