o tangewale o ki gal hai kudiye
chal prem nagar jayega batalao tangewale
prem nagar jayega, kyun prem nagar jayega
batalao tangewale, mera tanga nahi hai khali
o jhanjharwali, matwali, dilwali, bholibhali
mera tanga nahi hai khali, kisi aur se bol bithale
chal prem nagar jayega batlao tangewale
mera tanga nahi hai khali, kisi aur se bol bithale

thoda tera bhari wajan saman bhi jyada hai
raste pe main baithi rahu kya tera yeh irada hai
thoda tera bhari wajan saman bhi jyada hai
raste pe main baithi rahu kya tera yeh irada hai
thak jayungi chalate chalate
thak jayungi chalate chalate, pad jayenge panv me chhale
chal prem nagar jayega batlao re tangewale

jayungi main tere hi sath warana mujhe jana nahi
mujhako teri mithi mithi baton me abb ana nahi
jayungi main tere hi sath warana mujhe jana nahi
mujhako teri mithi mithi baton me abb ana nahi
main toh hoon ik sawari
main toh hoon ik sawari, jo paise sehara le
mera tanga nahi hai khali, kisi aur se bol bithale

karata hai tu inkar kyun sach sach bata kya bata hai
ik toh safar lamba duje honewali barsat hai
karata hai tu inkar kyun sach sach bata kya bata hai
ik toh safar lamba duje honewali barsat hai
phir sath akeli ladaki
phir sath akeli ladaki, dil kaise koyi sambhale
chal prem nagar jayega batalao tangewale
mera tanga nahi hai khali, kisi aur se bol bithale

Oh, coachman, what whispers in the wind?
To Love's City, will you carry me, coachman, tell me true?
To Love's City, why would I go?
Tell me, coachman, my carriage holds no space.
Oh, ankleted one, intoxicated, heart-filled, innocent and pure,
My carriage holds no space, seek another to take your place.
To Love's City, will you carry me, coachman, tell me true?
My carriage holds no space, seek another to take your place.

Your burden, a weight too grand,
And your possessions, a mountain of sand.
Must I languish here, by the road's edge to stand?
Your burden, a weight too grand,
And your possessions, a mountain of sand.
Must I languish here, by the road's edge to stand?
I would tire of the walk ahead,
I would tire of the walk, blisters will bloom, alas!
To Love's City, will you carry me, coachman, tell me true?

I will go with you, or I shall not go at all.
Your sweet words, I will not succumb, I shall not fall.
I will go with you, or I shall not go at all.
Your sweet words, I will not succumb, I shall not fall.
I am but a passenger,
I am but a passenger, who seeks a price in the veil.
My carriage holds no space, seek another to take your place.

Why deny me, speak the truth, what is the matter?
The journey is long, and the storm clouds gather.
Why deny me, speak the truth, what is the matter?
The journey is long, and the storm clouds gather.
A girl, alone, for company,
A girl, alone, for company, how can one's heart be kept together?
To Love's City, will you carry me, coachman, tell me true?
My carriage holds no space, seek another to take your place.