kabhi karchi kabhi bhala kabhi talwar lage hai
teri ankhe nokili si koi katar lage hai
utar jati hai hoke bedhadak bekhof sine me
jalebi si ye jawani teri rasdaar lage hai
ho rasdaar lage hai

chadti aay haay chadti chadti
chadti jawani kare hai panga
choli me roz macahye danga
hey chadti jawani kare hai panga
choli me roz macahye danga
kabu me ye na niogodi rahe
hai koi jo gaad sake danda
chadti jawani kare hai panga
choli me roz macahye danga

hay ghar ke aage roz line lage re
ghar ke aage roz line lage re
ho ghar ke aage roz line lage re
khatke kundi darwaza baje re
chandi ka challa dikhawe koi
koi bulave raat baarah baje re
chabi aye hay chabi jawani ki de du kise
balam to koi mile changa
chadti jawani kare hai panga
ham hai jo gadenge jhanda
chadti jawani kare hai panga
ham hai jo gadenge jhanda

han kab tak baithungi man maar ke re
ha ha bithegi man maar ke re
hey kab tak baithungi man maar ke re
ratiya kate na bina yar ke re
bhatti ki mafi se sulge jiya
tamgal manga de koi ghaar se re
koi koi to samje mushkil meri
gabru jawan miljaye banda
ham hai jo gadenge jhanda

hey chadti jawani kare hai panga
choli me roz macahye danga
kabu me ye na niogodi rahe
hai koi jo gaad sake danda
chadti jawani kare hai panga
ham hai jo gadenge jhanda
chadti jawani kare hai panga
ham hai jo gadenge jhanda
chadti jawani kare hai panga
ham hai jo gadenge jhanda
chadti jawani kare hai panga
ham hai jo gadenge jhanda

Sometimes a ladle, sometimes a spear, sometimes a sword they seem,
Your eyes, sharp as a dagger, a cutting gleam.
They descend, fearless, unafraid, into the chest,
Like a sweet, juicy jalebi, your youth, it would seem,
Oh, so juicy, it would seem.

Rising, oh, rising, rising high,
This surging youth, it does defy.
It wages war within the blouse,
Each day, a riot, without a pause.
This rising youth, it does defy,
Each day, a riot, beneath the sky.
This impish spirit, it won't be tamed,
Is there one to plant the banner high?
This rising youth, it does defy,
Each day, a riot, beneath the sky.

Alas, a line forms before my door each day,
Before my door, a line holds sway.
A line forms before my door each day,
The door knocker, it does play.
Some flash a silver ring, they say,
Some call me forth at midnight's bay.
The key, oh, the key, of youth, to whom shall I give?
If only a worthy lover would come this way.
This rising youth, it does defy,
We are the ones who'll plant the flag high.
This rising youth, it does defy,
We are the ones who'll plant the flag high.

Oh, how long will I sit, suppressing my desire?
Oh, yes, suppressing my desire?
How long will I sit, suppressing my fire?
The nights pass, without my own pyre.
This heart, it yearns like a burning pyre,
Someone bring a good lover to my fire.
If only someone would understand my plight,
A young, handsome man, would make my heart ignite.
We are the ones who'll plant the flag high.

This rising youth, it does defy,
Each day, a riot, beneath the sky.
This impish spirit, it won't be tamed,
Is there one to plant the banner high?
This rising youth, it does defy,
We are the ones who'll plant the flag high.
This rising youth, it does defy,
We are the ones who'll plant the flag high.
This rising youth, it does defy,
We are the ones who'll plant the flag high.
This rising youth, it does defy,
We are the ones who'll plant the flag high.