goriya uski diwani jiski pakit garam garam
goriya uski diwani jiski pakit garam garam
pakit garam garam o jiski pakit garam garam
goriya uski diwani jiski pakit garam garam
are batva kholo note dikhao chhodo sharam varam
goriya uski diwani jiski pakit garam garam
o goriya uski diwani jiski pakit garam garam

apni apni garaj ka sauda apni apni garaj ka sauda
isme kya hai dhokha are isme kya hai dokha
are isme kya hai dhokha
hoga vo nadan jo chhod e hath me aaya mauka
chadi javani ki nadiyo ko bolo kisne roka
husan ki khatir bik jate hai bade bado ke dharm
o muniya uska bhar pani jiski pakit garam garam
o muniya uska bhar pani jiski pakit garam garam
pakit garam garam are pakit garam garam
o jiski pakit garam garam
batva kholo note dikhao aji chhodo sharam varam
o goriya uski diwani jiski pakit garam garam

traha traha ke khel yaha hai traha traha ke vele
ek raat me mit jate hai din ke lakh jhmele
din ke lakh jhmele aji din ke lakh jhmele
isi liye to dur dur se aate hai albele
kam yaha kya uska jeb ho jiski naram
jani mai to uski rani jiski pakit garam garam
o jani mai to uski rani jiski pakit garam garam
are pakit garam garam o jiski pakit garam garam
batva kholo note dikhao aji chhodo sharam varam
o goriya uski diwani jiski pakit garam garam

Her heart burns for the one with the warm pocket,
Her heart burns for the one with the warm pocket,
The warm, warm pocket, oh, the warm, warm pocket,
Her heart burns for the one with the warm pocket,
Open the wallet, flaunt the notes, leave shame behind,
Her heart burns for the one with the warm pocket,
Oh, her heart burns for the one with the warm pocket.

Each with their own needs, each with their own bargain,
What deceit is here, ah, what deceit is here?
Ah, what deceit is here?
Foolish is he who lets a chance slip,
Who can stop the rivers of youth from flowing?
For beauty, even the righteous will sell their faith,
Oh, Munia will fetch water for the one with the warm pocket,
Oh, Munia will fetch water for the one with the warm pocket,
The warm, warm pocket, ah, the warm, warm pocket,
Oh, the warm, warm pocket,
Open the wallet, flaunt the notes, leave shame behind,
Her heart burns for the one with the warm pocket.

Here, a thousand games, a thousand wiles,
A night can erase a day's million troubles,
A day's million troubles, ah, a day's million troubles,
That's why the carefree come from afar,
What use is he whose pocket is soft?
Jani, I am queen to the one with the warm pocket,
Oh, Jani, I am queen to the one with the warm pocket,
Ah, the warm, warm pocket, oh, the warm, warm pocket,
Open the wallet, flaunt the notes, leave shame behind,
Her heart burns for the one with the warm pocket.