jaat jaat re jaat baman ho jaat bhikhari ho ya ho samrat
governar ho ya chahe lat
sabhi mil khaye meri chat hai ye chopati ki
are badi atpati badi chatpati chat hai ye chopati ki

tikha tikha pada masala are tikha tikha pada masala
sawad hai khata khata
dubla patla khakar isko ban jaye hata kta
dubla patla khakar isko ban jaye hata kta
shehar bambai va va shehar bambai chij hai nayi
suno re bhai chij hai nayi
are badi atpati badi chatpati chat hai ye chopati ki

sar pe pagda pet hai tagda
sar pe pagda pet hai tagda ghar vali se jhagda
agar mitana hai to seth ji khao mera ragda
agar mitana hai to seth ji khao mera ragda
pet ke dava pet ke dava rog ho hava
pet ho safa rog ho dafa are badi atpati badi chatpati
chat hai ye chopati ki

o hindu muslim sikh farsi are hidu
muslim sikh farsi sab karaye mel
badi kramat hai bhaiya ye bambayi ki bhel
are badi kramat hai bhaiya ye bambayi ki
bhel hai garma garm hai garma garm
ek aad ka mitaye bharam hai garma gram
are badi atpati badi chatpati chat hai ye chopati ki

meri pani puri jo khaye kam ko bhul kam ko bhul
nam ko bhul kam ko bhule are badi atpati badi chatpati
baman ho jaat bhikhari ho ya ho samrat
governar ho ya chahe lat
sabhi mil khaye meri chat hai ye chopati ki
are badi atpati badi chatpati chat hai ye chopati ki

From Jat to Brahmin, beggar to king,
Or Governor, each title taking wing,
All gather 'round, their hunger to appease,
At Chowpatty's heart, where flavors never cease,
A wondrous mix, a taste that can't be tamed,
The Chowpatty chat, forever acclaimed.

Spicy fire, a dance upon the tongue,
A sour whisper, where new life is sung,
The frail and thin, transformed with every bite,
Become robust, bathed in pure delight,
This city Bombay, a world anew,
Listen closely, brothers, and sisters, too,
A wondrous mix, a taste that can't be tamed,
The Chowpatty chat, forever acclaimed.

A turbaned head, a belly round and strong,
A household feud, where troubles all belong,
To mend the rift, oh wealthy merchant, heed,
And taste my Ragda, plant a happy seed,
For stomach's cure, a sickness disappears,
When the belly's clean, all fades the fears,
A wondrous mix, a taste that can't be tamed,
The Chowpatty chat, forever acclaimed.

Hindu, Muslim, Sikh, and Persian tongue,
All find their peace, where common bonds are sung,
A miracle, this Bombay's glorious art,
The Bhel's the bridge that mends each broken heart,
A warmth that spreads, dispelling every doubt,
A single bite that casts the old self out,
A wondrous mix, a taste that can't be tamed,
The Chowpatty chat, forever acclaimed.

Who tastes my Pani Puri, forgets all the rest,
Work and name, are put to the test,
From Jat to Brahmin, beggar to king,
Or Governor, each title taking wing,
All gather 'round, their hunger to appease,
At Chowpatty's heart, where flavors never cease,
A wondrous mix, a taste that can't be tamed,
The Chowpatty chat, forever acclaimed.