bahar ja ke maine fashion dekhe aise aise kaise kasie
are balo ka kat bhi ek jaisa aur kapde bhi ek jaise
are ladka hai ya ladki hai koi pahchane kaise
are pagdi bandh ke mai gaya tha ke pagdi bandh ke mai gaya tha
chunnri odh ke aa gaya mai london chodd ke aa gaya
aa gaya mai london chodd ke aa gaya
mai london chodd ke aa gaya
aa gaya mai london chodd ke aa gaya

maine london ja ke babli paisa bahut kamaya
maine london ja ke babli paisa bahut kamaya
motor le li sofar rakha bangala naya banaya
khali bangale me rahne se lekin maja na aaya
khali bangale me rahne se lekin maja na aaya
teri yaad jo aayi to mai teri yaad jo aayi to
teri yaad jo aayi to mai vapis daud ke aa gaya
mai london chodd ke aa gaya
aa gaya mai london chodd ke aa gaya
aa gaya mai london chodd ke aa gaya

gori meme lipsatic powder na kajal na bindiya
gori meme lipsatic powder na kajal na bindiya
ye rang rup kaha jo lute ek najar me nindiya
made in foreign se achha hai kuch bhi made in india
made in foreign se achha hai kuch bhi made in india
mere pas thi jitni cheese mere pas thi jitni cheese
mere pas thi jitni cheese sari chodd ke aa gaya
mai london chodd ke aa gaya
aa gaya mai london chodd ke aa gaya
aa gaya mai london chodd ke aa gaya

babli tum gao lala lala are aap log bhi gao bhai
la lala la lala la la

muhskil se rahta hai sath vaha par koi joda
are muhskil se rahta hai sath vaha par koi joda
sabka hai dastur ki isko pakda usko choda
london ki ek madam ne jab london ki ek madam ne jab
mere dil ko toda
tere pyar ke tute dil ke tere pyar ke tute dil ke
tukde jodh ke aa gaya
mai london chodd ke aa gaya
aa gaya mai london chodd ke aa gaya
aa gaya mai london chodd ke aa gaya

I saw fashions there, a dizzying array,
Each style mirroring, in a similar way.
The cuts of hair, the clothes they wore, the same,
A blur of gender, whispering each name.
With turban bound, I ventured out one day,
But draped in veil, I fled and turned away.
I left behind the London I had known.
I left behind the London, all alone.
I left behind the London, and returned.

In London's grasp, I gathered wealth untold,
A fortune made, in stories to be sold.
A motorcar, a driver, mansion grand,
But in that space, no solace did I stand.
The empty rooms, they echoed with a plea.
Your memory arose, a wave within me.
Your memory arose, a poignant art.
I ran to you, and poured out all my heart.
I left behind the London, and returned.
I left behind the London, all alone.
I left behind the London, and returned.

Fair maids with lipstick, powder, lacking grace,
No kohl to line their eyes, no bindi on their face.
No charm to steal a slumber in a glance.
"Made in foreign" pales against the dance
Of India's touch, in every sight and sound.
The treasures I possessed, on foreign ground,
The treasures I possessed, I left behind,
Discarded all, a burden left to bind.
I left behind the London, and returned.
I left behind the London, all alone.
I left behind the London, and returned.

Bubbly, sing with me, la la la,
And you, dear friends, join in the refrain, ah!
La la la la la, la la.

Rare are the bonds that there can truly last,
A fleeting touch, a shadow quickly cast.
Each holds the custom of a fleeting hold.
A London lady, with a heart of cold,
Shattered my heart, with cruel and careless art.
The shards of love, the pieces of my heart.
I gathered them, my spirit newly born,
To mend my soul, and face the coming morn.
I left behind the London, and returned.
I left behind the London, all alone.
I left behind the London, and returned.