london se paris paris se rom rom se egypt egypt se itly shitli
holand poland sholand goland
sab jaha ki ladkiya dekhi are dil ko koi nahi bhayi
kali ankhe mathe pe bindiya lambe lambe baal o miss india
kali ankhe mathe pe bindiya lambe lambe baal o miss india
mister india ka dil tumpe aa gaya
kali ankhe mathe pe bindiya lambe lambe baal o miss india
mister india ka dil tumpe aa gaya
kali ankhe mathe pe bindiya lambe lambe baal o miss india

he london ki chokri se tu kam nahi
paris ke kapdo me kuch dam nahi
he london ki chokri se tu kam nahi
paris ke kapdo me kuch dam nahi
ghaghra choli sadi, har kapde pe hai bhari
ghaghra choli sadi, har kapde pe hai bhari
teri pyari surat pe ye dil aa gaya
tune churayi ankho ki nindiya
sharmili sharmili haye miss india
tune churayi ankho ki nindiya
sharmili sharmili haye miss india
mister india ka dil tumpe aa gaya
kali ankhe mathe pe bindiya lambe lambe baal o miss india

hay neelam si ankhe bilori badan
kitna hasin tera sharmilapan
neelam si ankhe bilori badan
kitna hasin tera sharmilapan
har adaa teri mastani, gori mam bhare pani
har adaa teri mastani, gori mam bhare pani
teri ankho ka jabu sab pe chha gaya
mujhko bana le apna mister
ban jayenge ham tum mister misses india
mujhko bana le apna mister
ban jayenge ham tum mister misses india
mister india ka dil tumpe aa gaya
kali ankhe mathe pe bindiya lambe lambe baal o miss india
mister india ka dil tumpe aa gaya
kali ankhe mathe pe bindiya lambe lambe baal o misses india
ho misses india
hey mister misses india ham mister misses india

From London, to Paris, Rome, then Egypt's sand,
Italy's whispers, a fleeting command.
Holland and Poland, their shores I did roam,
Searching for beauty, a heart-found home.
But the girls of the world, though their faces shone bright,
Could not ignite the soul's inner light.
Dark eyes, a bindi, a crown of long hair,
Oh, Miss India, a vision so rare!
Dark eyes, a bindi, a crown of long hair,
Oh, Miss India, a vision so rare!
Mister India's heart, for you, it has flown,
Dark eyes, a bindi, your beauty well known.
Dark eyes, a bindi, a crown of long hair,
Oh, Miss India, a vision so rare!

You rival the girls of London's grace,
Parisian fashions, in your light, find their place.
You rival the girls of London's grace,
Parisian fashions, in your light, find their place.
In ghagra choli, in saree's embrace,
Each garment enhanced by your ethereal face.
Your lovely image, my heart's sweet desire,
You stole the sleep from my eyes, set them afire.
Shy and charming, oh, Miss India, you see,
You stole the sleep from my eyes, and set them free.
Shy and charming, oh, Miss India, you see,
Mister India's heart, for you, it has flown,
Dark eyes, a bindi, your beauty well known.

Eyes like sapphires, your body, a glass,
Your shyness, a beauty that will surely pass.
Eyes like sapphires, your body, a glass,
Your shyness, a beauty that will surely pass.
Each of your gestures, a joyous delight,
Gori mems fade by your radiant light.
Your eyes' enchantment, their magic unfurled,
Take me as your Mister, claim this world.
Let us be joined, a Mister and Miss,
We'll be Mister and Missis India's kiss.
Take me as your Mister, claim this world,
Let us be joined, a Mister and Miss.
Mister India's heart, for you, it has flown,
Dark eyes, a bindi, your beauty well known.
Mister India's heart, for you, it has flown,
Dark eyes, a bindi, Oh, Missis India
Oh, Missis India
We'll be Mister and Missis India