hay re baj gaye rat ke barah ghar pahucha mai late
mar mar ke biwi bana degi mera aamlate
kutte mujh par bhokenge aur band hoga wo gate
mai kabse deta hu dastak mera dil karta hai dhak dhak
aji darwaja to kholo aji kuch muh se to bolo
o ji ho ho ho darwaja to kholo aji darwaja to kholo

na darwaja kholenge hum o bhawre harjai balam
jao tum kaliyo pe dolo aji darwaja to kholo
ye ji jao ji jaao kaliyo pe tum dolo
aji darwaja to kholo

kaha se aaye ho tum mister baje rat ke barah
kaha se aaye ho tum mister baje rat ke barah
bachana ram ji ye to bani baithi hai angara
ho milo tum bimla timla se milo tum shila pila se
kasam hain teri nani ki main to aaya ramleela se
ramleela se mere hatho me hain danda
na hoga ye gussa thanda kaha se aaye ho bolo
aji darwaja to kholo ye ji jao ji jaao
kaliyo pe tum dolo aji darwaja to kholo

ho daliya sar pe rakh ke maike bhag jaungi
ho maike bhag jaungi lagaoge maska main wapis na aaungi
barah baje ghar aate ho dunia ko bataungi
mujhe jaldi se do khana tumhe kya fir wahi jana
aji la la bolo aji darwaja to kholo
ye ji jao ji jaao kaliyo pe tum dolo
aji darwaja to kholo

Twelve strokes toll, the night a shroud, I stumble home, delayed.
My wife's wrath, an omelet of my form, I'm afraid.
Dogs will bark, the gate will slam, a fortress now arrayed.
I knock and knock, a rhythm of my heart, a frantic beat.
Open the door, I beg you, speak, a single, sweet.
Oh, dear, oh, dear, unlock the door, my weary feet.

We'll not unlock, my wandering bee, my errant groom.
Go, wander amongst the blossoms, sealed is my room.
Go, yes, go, amongst the blooms, consume your doom.
Unlock the door.

Where from have you arrived, at midnight's chime?
Where from have you arrived, at midnight's climb?
Lord, protect me, for her heart is now a fiery crime!
Meet with Bimla, meet with Timla, meet with Shila, Pila too.
By your grandmother's memory, I came from Ramlila, it's true.
From Ramlila, this staff I hold, for a playful coup.
Your anger won't be cooled, from where now, tell?
Unlock the door. Go, yes, go, in blossoms to dwell.
Unlock the door.

A basket on my head, my childhood home I'll seek.
My childhood home I'll seek, though you'll butter me so meek.
I'll not return, of this I speak.
At midnight you come, the world will know.
Give me food quickly, you'll go again, I know.
Speak, dear, la, la, unlock the door, I bestow.
Go, yes, go, in blossoms you'll flow.
Unlock the door.