kuch ladke kuch ladkiya band karke darwaja or khol ke
dil ki khidkiya are dance karte hai romance karte hai
kuch ladke kuch ladkiya band karke darwaja or khol ke
dil ki khidkiya are dance karte hai romance karte hai
kehte hai ye hai disco kehte hai ye hai disco
ye warjish hame samjh na ayi
chalo yaha se khisko kuch ladke kuch ladkiya
band karke darwaja or khol ke dil ki khidkiya
are dance karte hai romance karte hai

jo dance me maja hai romance me maja hai
ye budhe kya jane yaro inhone kya dekha yaro
jo dance me maja hai romance me maja hai
ye budhe kya jane yaro inhone kya dekha yaro
kuch ladke kuch ladkiya band karke darwaja or khol ke
dil ki khidkiya are dance karte hai romance karte hai

i love you you love me thank you so much
i love you you love me thank you so much
ye nasha hai jawano ka aankho aankho me pite hai
ye budapa musibat hai log mar mar ke jite hai
ye nasha hai jawano ka aankho aankho me pite hai
ye budapa musibat hai log mar mar ke jite hai

jo dance me maja hai romance me maja hai
ye budhe kya jane yaro inhone kya dekha yaro
jo dance me maja hai romance me maja hai
ye budhe kya jane yaro inhone kya dekha yaro
kuch ladke kuch ladkiya band karke darwaja or khol ke
dil ki khidkiya are dance karte hai romance karte hai
arey kehte hai ye hai disco
ye warjish sabse achhi hai budho tum bhi chakho

Some boys, some girls, doors all tightly sealed,
And hearts' windows flung wide, their truths revealed.
They dance, they romance, in a world newly spun,
Some boys, some girls, the revelry begun.
They call it disco, a vibrant, bold claim,
This exercise, a foreign, whispered name.
Let us retreat, from this bewildering scene,
Some boys, some girls, where joy intervenes,
Doors locked tight, hearts open to the gleam,
They dance, they romance, lost within a dream.

The dance's delight, the romance's sweet art,
The old cannot fathom, their withered hearts.
What joy do they know, these shadows of past?
The dance's delight, a freedom amassed,
The romance's song, forever to last,
Some boys, some girls, their youthful shadows cast,
Doors locked tight, hearts open to the gleam,
They dance, they romance, within a waking dream.

I love you, you love me, a whispered refrain,
I love you, you love me, a sun-kissed rain.
This is the young, a heady, potent wine,
Drunk in the eyes, a love so divine.
But age, a burden, a fading of light,
Where life is a struggle, a wearying fight.
This is the young, their passions ignite,
Drunk in the eyes, in the darkest of night.

The dance's delight, the romance's embrace,
The old cannot fathom, their time and space.
What joy do they know, with wrinkles of years?
The dance's delight, dispelling all fears,
The romance's touch, wiping away tears,
Some boys, some girls, as youthful life endears,
Doors locked tight, hearts open to the gleam,
They dance, they romance, a passionate dream.
They call it disco, a vibrant, bold call,
This exercise, the best of all.
Old ones, partake, and drink from this spring.