chhamiya come shake your body chhamiya lets get on melody
chhamiya ye kismat futi jabse meri sanse
chhamiya come shake your body chhamiya lets get on melody
chhamiya ye kismat futi jabse meri sanse
mai chhamiya numbar one hu mai chhamiya etam bam hu
mai jab bhi kamar hilau mai chhamiya desi ram hu
aisa nasha hu jo chadh ke na utre
peene ko tarse diwane har din
jashan adhura jashan adhura
jashan adhura hai chhamiya ke bin
jashan adhura hai chhamiya ke bin
jashan adhura hai chhamiya ke bin
jashan adhura hai chhamiya ke bin
jashan adhura hai chhamiya ke bin

chandi ka gire dam mai aisa damakta hu sona
chhalva hu namak hu mai chale mujhpe na jadu tona
ja re ja diwane tu dikha na mujhe note
janu mai to janu teri niyat me hai khot
aisa nasha hai jo chadh ke na utre
peene ko tarse diwane har din
jashan adhura jashan adhura
jashan adhura hai chhamiya ke bin
jashan adhura hai chhamiya ke bin
jashan adhura hai chhamiya ke bin
mai chhamiya numbar one hu mai chhamiya etam bam hu
mai jab bhi kamar hilau mai chhamiya desi ram hu

raste se gujru to majnu bajate hai siti
mujhe jo na chakh paye uski to kismat hai phuti
nind udaye chain udaye resham ki choli
naina mere dage tere sine pe goli
aisa nasha hu jo chadh ke na utre
peene ko tarse diwane har din
jashan adhura jashan adhura
jashan adhura hai chhamiya ke bin
jashan adhura hai chhamiya ke bin
jashan adhura hai chhamiya ke bin
jashan adhura hai chhamiya ke bin

mai chhamiya numbar one hu mai chhamiya etam bam hu
mai jab bhi kamar hilau mai chhamiya desi ram hu
aisa nasha hu jo chadh ke na utre
peene ko tarse diwane har din
jashan adhura jashan adhura
jashan adhura hai chhamiya ke bin
jashan adhura hai chhamiya ke bin
jashan adhura hai chhamiya ke bin
jashan adhura hai chhamiya ke bin
jashan adhura hai chhamiya ke bin
chhamiya chhamiya chhamiya jabse meri sanse
chhamiya chhamiya jabse meri sanse

Chhamiya, come, shake your form, Chhamiya, let the melody take hold,
Chhamiya, a fate shattered since my breath began to mold.
Chhamiya, come, shake your form, Chhamiya, let the melody take hold,
Chhamiya, a fate shattered since my breath began to mold.

I am Chhamiya, number one, I am Chhamiya, atom bomb bright,
When my waist begins to sway, I am Chhamiya, the rum of the night.
A high I am, that never descends,
And the thirsty ones yearn, where the madness never ends.

The celebration's incomplete, the celebration's forlorn,
Without Chhamiya, the joy is torn.
The celebration's incomplete, the celebration's forlorn,
Without Chhamiya, the joy is torn.
The celebration's incomplete, the celebration's forlorn,
Without Chhamiya, the joy is torn.
The celebration's incomplete, the celebration's forlorn,
Without Chhamiya, the joy is torn.

Like silver that falls, I gleam like the purest of gold,
A deception I am, a pinch of salt, where magic cannot unfold.
Go away, mad lover, do not flaunt your notes to me,
I know your intent, your heart's impurity.
A high I am, that never descends,
And the thirsty ones yearn, where the madness never ends.
The celebration's incomplete, the celebration's forlorn,
Without Chhamiya, the joy is torn.
The celebration's incomplete, the celebration's forlorn,
Without Chhamiya, the joy is torn.

I am Chhamiya, number one, I am Chhamiya, atom bomb bright,
When my waist begins to sway, I am Chhamiya, the rum of the night.

As I pass on the path, the mad ones whistle and call,
He who cannot taste me, his destiny shall fall.
I steal your sleep, and your peace, in silk I reside,
My eyes, they fire bullets, that pierce your heart's tide.
A high I am, that never descends,
And the thirsty ones yearn, where the madness never ends.
The celebration's incomplete, the celebration's forlorn,
Without Chhamiya, the joy is torn.
The celebration's incomplete, the celebration's forlorn,
Without Chhamiya, the joy is torn.
The celebration's incomplete, the celebration's forlorn,
Without Chhamiya, the joy is torn.

I am Chhamiya, number one, I am Chhamiya, atom bomb bright,
When my waist begins to sway, I am Chhamiya, the rum of the night.
A high I am, that never descends,
And the thirsty ones yearn, where the madness never ends.
The celebration's incomplete, the celebration's forlorn,
Without Chhamiya, the joy is torn.
The celebration's incomplete, the celebration's forlorn,
Without Chhamiya, the joy is torn.
The celebration's incomplete, the celebration's forlorn,
Without Chhamiya, the joy is torn.
The celebration's incomplete, the celebration's forlorn,
Without Chhamiya, the joy is torn.
Chhamiya, Chhamiya, Chhamiya, since my breath began to mold,
Chhamiya, Chhamiya, since my breath began to mold.