Mohe toh wohi chori pasand aavegi, joh mori mai ko pasand aavegi

Gore pataloon pehen ke ee khel ka cricket kahat hai ... aur hum langoti baandh ke gilli-danda

Chulhe se roti nikale ke liye, chimte ko apna mooh jalahe padi

Karm ka dhaaga pehenne ke liye ... hum dharm ka dhaaga nahi todh sakte

Aage aike ghumavat hai ... ab aa, aa, aa

Hamaar pasina hamre tann mein khoon banke daudega

Joote ki talli kitni bhi moti ho ... ghisat zaroor hai

Tum saala ghulam log hamari jooti ke neeche hi rahega

Dhajjiyan udda do in firangiyon ki ... udda do dhajjiyan!

Gori chamdi waale apne baap ke sagge nahi hote

Taang se kapda hatte toh poore tann ki laaj jaave hai