o mister jony mijaj kaisa hai
o dear tony tum aaj kaisa hai
chori chori nigahe bata to kit jaaye
wo dilbar pyara kaun hai

o dear madam gulab ki kali
o dear madam shabab ki dali
nigahe tikhi tikhi adaye mithi mithi
tum se pyara kaun hai
o dear madam

ye mota ye kala ye mero hai
ye gora ye pida ye hero hai
ye mota ye kala ye mero hai
ye gora ye pida ye hero hai
pahne ye suit aur maare salute
waise to full to zero hai
o dear madam gulab ki kali
o dear madam shabab ki dali
nigahe tikhi tikhi adaye mithi mithi
tum se pyara kaun hai
o dear madam

yahi to ji madam nainitaal hai
yahi to ji london ka footbaal hai
yahi to ji madam nainitaal hai
yahi to ji london ka footbaal hai
ye rocketam maare beauty ka bomb
dekhe to koi kya taal hai
o mister jony mijaj kaisa hai
o dear tony tum aaj kaisa hai
chori chori nigahe bata to kit jaaye
wo dilbar pyara kaun hai
o mister jony

o lady o beauty tu chal tham ke
o baby o sweety jara dum le
o lady o beauty tu chal tham ke
o baby o sweety jara dum le
janu main jaan tera kya hai khayal
baate aisi na kar humse
o dear madam gulab ki kali
o dear madam shabab ki dali
nigahe tikhi tikhi adaye mithi mithi
tum se pyara kaun hai
o mister jony mijaj kaisa hai
o dear tony tum aaj kaisa hai
chori chori nigahe bata to kit jaaye
wo dilbar pyara kaun hai
o mister jony

Oh, Mister Johnny, how does your spirit fare?
Oh, Dear Tony, how do you breathe the air?
Those stolen glances, where do they reside?
Tell me, my love, who walks beside?

Oh, Dear Madam, a rosebud's tender grace,
Oh, Dear Madam, youthful time and space,
Eyes like daggers, manners honey-sweet,
Who holds your heart, oh, tell me, meet?

He's stout, he's dark, he's merely mine,
He's fair, he's thin, a hero's design.
He's stout, he's dark, he's merely mine,
He's fair, he's thin, a hero's design.
Wearing a suit, salutes with a flair,
But truly, he's a zero somewhere.
Oh, Dear Madam, a rosebud's tender grace,
Oh, Dear Madam, youthful time and space,
Eyes like daggers, manners honey-sweet,
Who holds your heart, oh, tell me, meet?

Here, Madam, is a dream, a Naini's lake,
Here, Madam, London's football to take.
Here, Madam, is a dream, a Naini's lake,
Here, Madam, London's football to take.
This rocket fires, a beauty's bright bomb,
Who watches, what rhythms they make?
Oh, Mister Johnny, how does your spirit fare?
Oh, Dear Tony, how do you breathe the air?
Those stolen glances, where do they reside?
Tell me, my love, who walks beside?
Oh, Mister Johnny

Oh, Lady, Oh, Beauty, walk slow and be still,
Oh, Baby, Oh, Sweety, breathe and fulfill.
Oh, Lady, Oh, Beauty, walk slow and be still,
Oh, Baby, Oh, Sweety, breathe and fulfill.
Darling, I know your thoughts, the dreams you weave,
Do not speak such words to me.
Oh, Dear Madam, a rosebud's tender grace,
Oh, Dear Madam, youthful time and space,
Eyes like daggers, manners honey-sweet,
Who holds your heart, oh, tell me, meet?
Oh, Mister Johnny, how does your spirit fare?
Oh, Dear Tony, how do you breathe the air?
Those stolen glances, where do they reside?
Tell me, my love, who walks beside?
Oh, Mister Johnny