suit but pahno ya kurta dhoti
are suit but pahno ya kurta dhoti
sona chandi pahno ya hire moti
pas me ho car tere ya ho bekar
ladki to dil se
are ladki to dil se patti hai yaar
janta hai sara up bihar
are ladki to dil se patti hai yaar
janta hai sara up bihar
are suit but pahno ya kurta dhoti
sona chandi pahno ya hire moti
pas me ho car tere ya ho bekar
ladki to dil se
are ladki to dil se patti hai yaar
janta hai sara up bihar
hey ladki to dil se patti hai yaar
janta hai sara up bihar

dekhe sahar kai sabke rang yahi
dekhe sahar kai sabke rang yahi
bumbai delhi ya ho bhopal
bumbai delhi ya ho bhopal
are ladki dekhi jaha banke majnu waha
ladki dekhi jaha banke majnu waha
ladka ladki pe dale hai jal
ladka ladki pe dale hai jal
ye jal dhal chod chad laal gaal
solva saal dekh kar hua ye haal
haal kya hai ishq ka chadha hai bukhar
ladki to dil se haye haye
ladki to dil se hai hai hai hai
janta hai sara up bihar
are ladki to dil se patti hai yaar
janta hai sara up bihar

ek diwana mera mujhse kahne laga
ek diwana mera mujhse kahne laga
chal tu na calcuta ya aansole
chal tu na calcuta ya aansole
aur kya kaha hoga mai to samjh gayi
aur kya kaha hoga mai to samjh gayi
asli baate tu kar gaye hai goal
asli baate tu kar gaye hai goal
ha goal goal duniya gol
dhol me hai jasey tol tol mol ke ye baatey bol
bolta hu mangta hu chuma udhar
ladki to dil se haye haye
ladki to dil se patti hai yaar
janta hai sara up bihar
ladki to dil se patti hai yaar
janta hai sara up bihar
ha suit but pahno ya kurta dhoti
are sona chandi pahno ya hire moti
pas me ho car tere ya ho bekar
ladki to dil se patti hai yaar
janta hai sara up bihar
are ladki to dil se patti hai yaar
janta hai sara up bihar

Whether in tailored suit or homespun cloth,
Or draped in gold, or jewels of precious worth,
With cars that gleam or rust in disrepair,
A woman's heart, oh, only falls for care.
The lads all know, from Uttar Pradesh's lands,
A woman's heart yields only to the hands
That hold it gently, tender, and so true.
A woman's heart, my friend, is what you pursue.
The lads all know, from Uttar Pradesh's lands.

Through cities vast, their colors intertwine,
From Mumbai's rush to Delhi's grand design,
Or Bhopal's grace, the same desires ignite.
Where love appears, a lovelorn soul takes flight,
And casts a net, a web of hopeful dreams,
Ignoring all, embracing all that seems,
For blush of cheek, a sixteenth year awakes,
In fevered chase, for love the heart now aches.
The fever rages, love's intense perfume.
A woman's heart, oh, only blooms in bloom.
The lads all know, from Uttar Pradesh's lands,
A woman's heart yields only to the hands
That hold it gently, tender, and so true.
A woman's heart, my friend, is what you pursue.
The lads all know, from Uttar Pradesh's lands.

A lovesick fool, he whispered in my ear,
"Let's journey forth, to Kolkata, and draw near
To Asansol, where hearts are free to roam!"
And what he meant, I knew, my heart's new home.
He circled round, his true desire concealed.
He spoke in riddles, what the heart revealed,
The world spins round, in circles we are bound,
Like beat of drum, where truths are to be found.
I beg, I plead, for a stolen, sweet embrace.
A woman's heart, oh, only seeks that space.
The lads all know, from Uttar Pradesh's lands,
A woman's heart yields only to the hands
That hold it gently, tender, and so true.
A woman's heart, my friend, is what you pursue.
The lads all know, from Uttar Pradesh's lands.
Whether in tailored suit or homespun cloth,
Or draped in gold, or jewels of precious worth,
With cars that gleam or rust in disrepair,
A woman's heart, oh, only falls for care.
The lads all know, from Uttar Pradesh's lands,
A woman's heart yields only to the hands
That hold it gently, tender, and so true.
A woman's heart, my friend, is what you pursue.
The lads all know, from Uttar Pradesh's lands.