badlenge jab din inke
badlenge jab din inke
lenge badle ye badle gin gin ke
badlenge jab din inke
badlenge jab din inke
lenge badle ye badle gin gin ke
badlenge jab din inke
badlenge jab din inke
hey rama rama
hey rama rama ho rama rama

are ye ladki hai ya hungama
ye moti moti aankhe
hum par nikalti ho
teer ko kyu kaman se bahar nikalti ho
bade baap ki gaayi o dita salayi
kyu khoj me aayi hey chandi maayi
jo tum ho aandhi to ye hai parwat
jinko samjhi ho tinke
badlenge jab din inke
badlenge jab din inke
lenge badle ha badle gin gin ke
badlenge jab din inke
badlenge jab din inke
ek do teen ek do teen
naache naache na baaje bin

heero motiyo se yovan jada hua hai
hai chaukhta to pyara bheja sada hua hai
khisyani billi khambha hi noche
ulta hi samjhe, ulta hi soche
chahe jo pukaro chahe fan maro
hum hai aashiq nagin ke
hum hai aashiq nagin ke
hum hai aashiq nagin ke
lenge badle ha badle gin gin ke
badlenge jab din inke
badlenge jab din inke
lenge badle ha ha badle gin gin ke

When their sun dips low,
When their sun dips low,
Revenge they'll reap, a counted woe.
When their sun dips low,
When their sun dips low,
Revenge they'll reap, a counted woe.
When their sun dips low,
When their sun dips low,
Hey Rama, Rama,
Hey Rama, Rama, O Rama.

Is this a girl or a storm unleashed?
Those heavy eyes,
They pierce us so.
Why do you loose your arrows from the bow?
Daughter of wealth, Oh, a burning ember,
Why seek a fight, Oh, Chandi's temper?
If you are the tempest, they are the mountain,
Whom you deem as mere splinters.
When their sun dips low,
When their sun dips low,
Revenge they'll reap, yes, woe counted.
When their sun dips low,
When their sun dips low,
One, two, three, one, two, three,
Dance, dance, without the flute's decree.

With diamonds, with pearls, youth is adorned,
A beautiful frame, but a rotten mind is born.
A cat disgraced, claws at the post,
They misunderstand, their thoughts are lost.
Call out as you will, strike your hood,
We are the lovers of a serpent's brood.
We are the lovers of a serpent's brood.
We are the lovers of a serpent's brood.
Revenge they'll reap, yes, woe counted.
When their sun dips low,
When their sun dips low,
Revenge they'll reap, yes, yes, woe counted.