duniya firangi syapa hai
fikar hi gham ka paapa hai
apna to bas ye jaapa hai, fikar karein fukare
chewingum hai jhappi da, handpump hai dappi ja
life da jusa kad di ja, fikar karein fukare, haadipaa

haadippa, duniya firangi syapa hai
fikar hi gham ka paapa hai
apna to bas ye jaapa hai, fikar karein fukare
chewingum hai jhappi da, handpump hai dappi ja
life da jusa kad di ja, fikar karein fukare
haan khush rehne ka nahi lag da koi tax o rabba
oye bhul fikara hai jigraa to
sang mere bol hadippa
oye bhul fikara hai jigraa to
sang mere bol hadippa
oye bhul fikara hai jigraa to
sang mere bol hadippa
oye bhul fikara hai jigraa to
sang mere bol hadippa

kothi na maal hadippa, na gore gaal hadippa
nahi jaane tere naal chaahe kitna sambhaal
chhad mitti daal hadippa
haye kothi na maal hadippa, na gore gaal hadippa
nahi jaane tere naal chahe kitna sambhaal
chhad mitti daal hadippa
khushiyaan tu ve char le, hath dono ve bhar le
are khabba ho ya saccha
oye bhul fikara hai jigraa to
sang mere bol hadippa
oye bhul fikara hai jigraa to
sang mere bol hadippa
oye bhul fikara hai jigraa to
sang mere bol hadippa
oye bhul fikara hai jigraa to
sang mere bol hadippa

duniya firangi syapa hai
fikar hi gham ka paapa hai
apna to bas ye jaapa hai

ho o najron se bol hadippa, koi jo kol hadippa
kari jyaada gol mol, teri khul jaani pol
ye dil ka dhol hadippa
najron se bol hadippa, koi jo kol hadippa
kari jyaada gol mol, teri khul jaani pol
ye dil ka dhol hadippa
derbi ho ya dhaka
rab tera ho raakha, padne de tu tippa
oye bhul fikara hai jigraa to
sang mere bol hadippa
oye bhul fikara hai jigraa to
sang mere bol hadippa
oye bhul fikara hai jigraa to
sang mere bol hadippa
oye bhul fikara hai jigraa to
sang mere bol hadippa

duniya firangi syapa hai
fikar hi gham ka paapa hai
apna to bas ye jaapa hai, fikar karein fukare
chewingum hai jhappi da, handpump hai dappi ja
life da jusa kad di ja, fikar karein fukare
haan khush rehne ka nahi lag da koi tax o rabba
oye bhul fikara hai jigraa to
sang mere bol hadippa
oye bhul fikara hai jigraa to
sang mere bol hadippa
oye bhul fikara hai jigraa to
sang mere bol hadippa
oye bhul fikara hai jigraa to
sang mere bol hadippa
hadippa, hadippa, hadippa

The world, a foreign theatre, plays its woes,
And worry, father to the tears that flow.
Our only creed: to laugh, let troubles fade.
Like chewing gum, embrace, then toss away.
The hand pump of despair, we'll fill and drain,
And squeeze the juice of life, again, again.
Let worries fade, let laughter fill the air.

The world, a foreign theatre, plays its woes,
And worry, father to the tears that flow.
Our only creed: to laugh, let troubles fade.
Like chewing gum, embrace, then toss away.
The hand pump of despair, we'll fill and drain,
And squeeze the juice of life, again, again.
Oh, joy has no tax, no price to pay, my Lord!
Forget your cares, your heart, let it be bold,
And with me sing, "Haddi-pa!"
Forget your cares, your heart, let it be bold,
And with me sing, "Haddi-pa!"
Forget your cares, your heart, let it be bold,
And with me sing, "Haddi-pa!"
Forget your cares, your heart, let it be bold,
And with me sing, "Haddi-pa!"

No mansion, wealth, "Haddi-pa!" nor fair white skin,
Though you may strive, the heart will not begin
To understand, so leave it all behind.
No mansion, wealth, "Haddi-pa!" nor fair white skin,
Though you may strive, the heart will not begin
To understand, so leave it all behind.
Embrace the joy, let happiness abound,
Fill both your hands, let blessings all surround,
Be it false or true, let all be found.
Forget your cares, your heart, let it be bold,
And with me sing, "Haddi-pa!"
Forget your cares, your heart, let it be bold,
And with me sing, "Haddi-pa!"
The world, a foreign theatre, plays its woes,
And worry, father to the tears that flow.
Our only creed: to laugh...

Speak through your eyes, "Haddi-pa!" when others near,
Avoid the games of whispers, hold them dear.
The drum of your heart will rise and beat.
Speak through your eyes, "Haddi-pa!" when others near,
Avoid the games of whispers, hold them dear.
The drum of your heart will rise and beat.
In Derby's roar or Dhaka's crowded street,
May God be with you, let your footsteps meet.
Forget your cares, your heart, let it be bold,
And with me sing, "Haddi-pa!"

The world, a foreign theatre, plays its woes,
And worry, father to the tears that flow.
Our only creed: to laugh, let troubles fade.
Like chewing gum, embrace, then toss away.
The hand pump of despair, we'll fill and drain,
And squeeze the juice of life, again, again.
Oh, joy has no tax, no price to pay, my Lord!
Forget your cares, your heart, let it be bold,
And with me sing, "Haddi-pa!"
Forget your cares, your heart, let it be bold,
And with me sing, "Haddi-pa!"
Haddi-pa! Haddi-pa! Haddi-pa!