meri gal suno sardar ji
menu saree ek liya diyo
nakhre wali naar har jalwa dekha diyo
nakhre wali naar har jalwa dekha diyo

tusi lelo saree soniyo
paawe pande ghahne paliyo
pati te patlun tanka te pehla la diyo
pati te patlun tanka te pehla la diyo

meri gal suno sardar ji
tusi chlo zara bazaar
do teen cheze le diyo
kariyo naa inkar ji
do teen cheze le diyo
kariyo naa inkar ji

aur ki leno badshaao
saree suit jnki pawder
sakhiya meri sab janiyo
bindi chuda lali sab la diyo
bas kro ji kas kro ji
asi to sunke mr gaye ji
itana sab tum la diyo

meri gal suno sardar ji
menu taxi zara manga diyo
ban gaya mera mood ji
dilli ki ser kra diyo
dilli ki ser kra diyo

aye lo badshaao taxi bhi hazir hai
dilli ke ander mast kalander
gugl ke kaat ke ram dulai
sabji mandi moya di mandi
wich mante gote khote
badi jail utrna khana
ganda nala meka nala haspatal
bas kro ji bas kro ji
sale badi ji ho gai
shoping zara kra diyo

meri gal suno sardar ji
hud gal niyo bara kaam ji
teri meri mel nahi bane
mai mayake jana chahungi
mai mayake jana chahungi

ek mahine do mahine teen mahine
chithi bara ko lana hai
dheere dheere waqt nikle
ek saal phir do saal phir teen saal
phir holi holi muskana

Listen close, my Sardar, heed my plea,
A saree, just one, bestow on me.
A woman of whims, whose grace you'll see,
Whose every charm, you must set free.
A woman of whims, whose every charm, you must set free.

My darling, take my soul, you see,
With bangles bright, bedeck me.
A blouse, a skirt, stitched first for me,
A blouse, a skirt, stitched first for me.

Listen close, my Sardar, hear my call,
To the market's heart, let us stroll.
Two or three things, for me, enthrall,
Please, deny me not at all.
Two or three things, for me, enthrall,
Please, deny me not at all.

And what else, my king, shall I desire?
A saree, a suit, and powders to inspire.
My friends all know, their hearts afire,
A bindi, bangles, blush, to acquire.
Enough, oh enough, my heart's so sore,
Hearing this all, I can't take more.
If you bring this all, then what's in store?

Listen close, my Sardar, hear my prayer,
A taxi, please, beyond compare.
My mood transformed, beyond all care,
Let Delhi's sights my spirit share.
Let Delhi's sights my spirit share.

Behold, my queen, the taxi is here,
To Delhi's soul, let us draw near.
From Google's maps, to Ram's embrace,
The veggie markets, find their place.
Through filth and grime, the city's flow,
The big jails, with seeds they sow.
The dirty streams, the hospitals, the show.
Enough, oh enough, my soul does weep,
This shopping spree, has fallen deep.

Listen close, my Sardar, the truth I'll tell,
Our paths diverge, a parting spell.
Our union, dear, cannot be well,
To my mother's home, I now compel.
To my mother's home, I now compel.

A month, two months, then three months' flight,
Letters twelve, to see the light.
As time slips by, with gentle hand,
A year, then two, then three expand.
Then slowly, slowly, to understand.