one two one two three four hip he
kahte hai karte hai jo marji sunte nahi hai kisi ki arzi
kahte hai karte hai jo marji sunte nahi hai kisi ki arzi
he karte nahi hum regular duty
thane me ha ha thana me thana me thana me
thana me thana me baithe unduty
bajawe haye pandey ji seety thane me baithe unduty
bajawe haye pandey ji seety
pandey ji seety bajawe ji seety pandey ji seety bajawe unduty
aadat badi nashpiti bajawe haye
bajawe haye bajawe haye oye shut up
bajawe haye panday ji seety

munny ke sab rash le liya re bar diwane rasiya
hath malat rahi jayiye re
ud jawe jo chidiya ud jawe chidiya
ud jawe chidiya ud jawe chidiya furr
mana re mana hamne mana gazab tohra beuty
ang ka rana hamka pandey ji hai unduty

aate hai jab pandey raja bajta hai tab sur me baja
ho chor uchakke dar se bole uske badle maut hi aaja
jachte nahi hai waise rar karte hoye hoye hoye
jachte nahi hai waise rar karte
are bode se dusman pe war karte
thana me thane me baithe unduty
bajawe haye pandey ji seety
aadat badi nashpiti bajawe haye
pandey ji seety bajawe ji seety
pandey ji seety bajawe unduty

One, two, three, four, hip, sway,
They speak, they do, their will they play,
No pleas they heed, no prayers they weigh,
They speak, they do, their will they sway.

We shun the regular, the mundane's hold,
At the station, yes, the station, bold,
Unburdened, seated, a story told,
Pandey-ji's whistle, a tale unfolds.
Pandey-ji's whistle, a vibrant sound,
Unburdened, seated, on hallowed ground,
Habits ingrained, mischief profound,
He whistles loud, silence around,
He whistles loud, Pandey-ji's sound.

Munni's taken, the crowds ablaze,
The heart's desire, in a drunken haze,
She claps her hands in a longing maze,
The birds take flight, in a fleeting phase.
The birds take flight, in a fleeting haze,
We concede, we believe, your beauty's craze,
Your radiant form, in a stunning gaze,
We are Pandey-ji, unburdened, in a daze.

When Pandey, the king, appears in sight,
The trumpets blare, with resounding might,
Thieves and scoundrels, consumed by fright,
Their fate sealed, embracing the night,
They don't belong, their battles a plight,
They don't belong, their battles a fight,
On fools they strike, with all their might,
At the station, yes, with all their light,
Pandey-ji's whistle, a joyful sight,
Habits ingrained, with all their might,
He whistles loud, Pandey-ji's light.
Pandey-ji's whistle, taking flight.