hatte katte ullu ke pathe ek hi thali ke chatte batte
hatte katte ullu ke pathe ek hi thali ke chatte batte
sale nikhattu baja re battu aayi bala ko taal tu
aage se batti pichhe se katti
panga liya to maar de kalti

muft ka chandan ghis mere nandan
maal bacha ke bhaag tu
upar se bolte hain whats up buddy
niche se khinchte hai chaddi chaddi
sala izat utarne ko always ready

har ek friend kamina hota hai
bole to har ek friend kamina hota hai
har ek friend kamina hota hai
bole to har ek friend kamina hota hai

kal raat ko khidki khuli taro tale thi vo phuljhadi
naina mile tanke bhide bhule bhulao na vo ghadi
fir kya kahu, rou hansu
yaar ke gale se lagi thi vo khadi
upar se bolte hain whats up buddy
niche se khinchte hai chaddi chaddi

sala izat utarne ko always ready
har ek friend kamina hota hai
bole to har ek friend kamina hota hai
har ek friend kamina hota hai
har ek friend kamina hota hai
har ek friend kamina hota hai
tr tr tr kamina hota hai, tr tr tr kamina hota hai

are kehti hai yaar pe aitbar aankho ko band karke karo
are meri suno you never know yaro se bach bach ke raho
dukh me hase, sukh me dase
sumdi me nikle aur tu fase

upar se bolte hain whats up buddy
niche se khinchte hai chaddi chaddi
sala izat utarne ko always ready
har ek friend kamina hota hai
bole to har ek friend kamina hota hai

har ek friend kamina hota hai
har ek friend kamina hota hai
har ek friend kamina hota hai
tr tr tr kamina hota hai, tr tr tr kamina hota hai
tr tr tr kamina hota hai, tr tr tr kamina hota hai

The stout owls, a rowdy crew,
From one shared plate, their fortunes grew.
They're slackers, useless, playthings light,
Shun trouble's shadow, flee the night.
Smooth front, a sharp divide behind,
Provoke them, and you'll surely find
They'll flee the scene, a hasty sprint.
Free sandalwood, your joy, they'll stint.
They’ll seize the spoils and swiftly flee.
"What's up, my friend?" they'll call to thee,
Then pull your pants down, shamelessly.
Ready always, to tear your pride,
Every friend's a scoundrel, deep inside.
Yes, every friend, a scoundrel's heart,
Every friend, a treacherous art.

Last night, the window, star-kissed wide,
A firecracker, where dreams reside.
Eyes met, stitches bound, a moment's grace,
Forget not that time, that hallowed space.
What should I do, weep or laugh with glee?
Her embrace, she stood so close to me.
"What's up, my friend?" they'll call to thee,
Then pull your pants down, shamelessly.
Ready always, to tear your pride,
Every friend's a scoundrel, deep inside.
Yes, every friend, a scoundrel's heart,
Every friend, a treacherous art.
Every friend's a scoundrel, through and through,
A scoundrel, yes, in all they do.

Trust your friend, they say, close your eyes, believe,
But heed my words, from friends, find safe reprieve.
They laugh at pain, in joy they bite,
They’ll lead you astray, in darkest night.
"What's up, my friend?" they'll call to thee,
Then pull your pants down, shamelessly.
Ready always, to tear your pride,
Every friend's a scoundrel, deep inside.
Yes, every friend, a scoundrel's heart,
Every friend, a treacherous art.
Every friend's a scoundrel, through and through,
A scoundrel, yes, in all they do.
A scoundrel, yes, in all they do.