ho tu bambai ki botal aur mai hun jat panjabi
tu bambai ki botal aur mai hun jat panjabi
hoth musammi aankh anguri gaal hai tere gulabi
agar ankh lad jayegi musibat pad jayegi
agar ankh lad jayegi musibat pad jayegi
tu bambai ki botal aur mai hun jat panjabi
hoth musammi aankh anguri gaal hai tere gulabi
agar ankh lad jayegi musibat pad jayegi
agar ankh lad jayegi musibat pad jayegi

ak do teen char somvar mangalvar
budhvar virvar shukravar o tera thumka gaya maar
roj roj nahi aati hai aisi rangin shaam
tu deti ja mai leta rahu tere hatho se jaam
tere husn ki garmi se mera khun bana hai pani
are jaam ke sath tujhe pi jaaun dil me yahi hai thani
jab andar badh jayegi musibat pad jayegi
jab andar badh jayegi musibat pad jayegi

ji chahta hai aaj mai sabke bhare pyale todu
jo bhi mere samne aaye usko kabhi na chodu
aaj mai aisa karu hangama sun o nashili naar
han yaad rakhegi mujhko baki bhul jayegi saare
jo masti chad jayegi musibat pad jayegi
jo masti chad jayegi musibat pad jayegi

jahar pilake logo ko jo tune pap kamaye
desh ke dushman teri karni tere aage aaye
tum jaise jallado ki mere aage kya hai hasti
are abhi mita ke rakh dunga ye teri maut ki basti
ye basti ujad jayegi musibat pad jayegi
ye basti ujad jayegi musibat pad jayegi
tu bambai ki botal aur mai hun jat panjabi
hoth musammi aankh anguri gaal hai tere gulabi
agar ankh lad jayegi musibat pad jayegi
agar ankh lad jayegi musibat pad jayegi

You, Bombay's bottle, I, a Jat of the Punjab,
You, Bombay's bottle, I, a Jat of the Punjab.
Lips like seasons, eyes of grape, cheeks blush rose,
If eyes meet, a storm arises, a sorrow grows.
If eyes meet, a storm arises, a sorrow grows.
You, Bombay's bottle, I, a Jat of the Punjab,
Lips like seasons, eyes of grape, cheeks blush rose,
If eyes meet, a storm arises, a sorrow grows.
If eyes meet, a storm arises, a sorrow grows.

One, two, three, four, Monday, Tuesday,
Wednesday, Thursday, Friday, your dance, it does slay.
Rare are such vibrant evenings that unfold,
You pour, I drink, your hand, I hold.
Your beauty's heat, my blood turns to stream,
To drink you with the drink, that is my dream.
When inside it rises, a sorrow will grow,
When inside it rises, a sorrow will grow.

My soul desires to shatter all cups tonight,
To leave no one standing in the fading light.
I'll cause such a riot, oh intoxicating maid,
You'll remember me, the rest will fade.
When ecstasy mounts, a sorrow will grow,
When ecstasy mounts, a sorrow will grow.

With poison you’ve earned, sins you have sown,
The nation's foes, before you, are shown.
What worth have you devils, before my gaze?
I'll erase your death-haunted maze.
This maze will vanish, a sorrow will grow,
This maze will vanish, a sorrow will grow.
You, Bombay's bottle, I, a Jat of the Punjab,
Lips like seasons, eyes of grape, cheeks blush rose,
If eyes meet, a storm arises, a sorrow grows.
If eyes meet, a storm arises, a sorrow grows.