chunri me saulah sau tare
chamke to aashiq sau mare
chayi liye to liya rupaiya
choron pe zoron se
apne husan ka trailer chala dun
naino ki matki me
daru bhari hai inhe itni pila dun

ke udte re phirenge kunware
arey filmy hojaye ye sare
arey hero ke jaise ye gol gol ghume re
meri ye choli
meri ye choli block buster lage
meri ye choli block buster lage
main jo hilu toh pura theatre hile
meri ye choli block buster lage
teri ye choli block buster lage
teri ye choli block buster lage

aagaye oh aagaye
cha gaye dekho dekho meet bros
baje sitiyan hoye dhamake
jangh thok ke baan chaba ke
janta bawli hoke nache
chadh chadh ke seat pe
jhagda wala hoyega gurenta
aasman me chalega katta
sunny ke sath me jo bhi matka
miton ke geet pe

farzi ye aashiq sare arey kya boli
haan farzi ye aashiq sare
dil ke fraud hai
desi hai shakal se sale
lekin bande maud hai
khatra jawani meri
jalwe revolver
lakhon maine majnu mare
mera ye record hai

mere hi peeche bechare
lagake khade hain katarein
arey hero ke jaise
yeh gol gol ghume re
meri ye choli
meri ye choli blockbuster lage
meri ye choli blockbuster lage
teri ye choli blockbuster lage
teri ye choli blockbuster lage

A hundred stars stitched in silken veil,
Their shimmer slays a hundred souls.
If wealth you seek, then silver you may claim,
But thieves, beware, for force I hold.
My beauty's trailer I shall unfurl,
Within the earthen eyes, a potent brew.
So much I'll pour,
That bachelors will take to the air,
And all will dance, a cinematic blur.
Oh, like heroes, they'll spin and turn,
My bodice, a blockbuster's fire.
My bodice, a blockbuster's ignite.
When I sway, the whole theater trembles,
My bodice, a blockbuster's burst.
My bodice, a blockbuster's spark.
My bodice, a blockbuster's art.

They've arrived, oh, they've arrived,
They've conquered, see the Meet Bros.
Whistles blow, and explosions bloom,
Thighs are slapped, arrows are chewed.
The crowd, in frenzy, dances wild,
Upon the seats, a riot of glee.
A brawl erupts, a whirl in the sky,
A gun will fire, with Sunny's gleam,
To the Meet's song, the pot of youth.

Fake are these lovers, what they speak,
Yes, fake are these lovers.
Fraudulent hearts, rustic their guise,
Yet these lads are the heart of danger,
My youth's a threat.
My glories, a revolver, killing a million.

This is my record, behind me, they wait,
Standing in line, oh, like heroes they stand,
They'll spin and turn, like a hero's plea.
My bodice, a blockbuster's fire.
My bodice, a blockbuster's ignite.