he ui amma ui amma kya karta hai
ladka hoke ladki se kyun darta hai
ui amma ui amma kya karta hai
ladka hoke ladki se kyun darta hai
kuch bole na bole raaze dil na khole
per mujhko hai maalum mujhpe marta hai
he ui amma ui amma kya karta hai
ladka hoke ladki se kyun darta hai

thoda anari thoda sayaana
budhu bada hai mera deewana
thoda anari thoda sayaana
budhu bada hai mera deewana
tauba duhaayi mushkil bataana
aaye ise na ladki fasaana
lallu hai bedardi hai meri baate maane na
jaane kaisa aashiq hai dhadkan ko pehchaane na
chori se chhup chhup ke aahe bharta hai
ui amma ui amma kya karta hai
ladka hoke ladki se kyun darta hai

neende churaayi jaadu jagaya
ye rog isne mujhko lagaya
neende churaayi jaadu jagaya
ye rog isne mujhko lagaya
kaise kategi meri jawani
kaise banungi main iski naani
mere anjaane dil ko aise kyo tadpaata hai
meri pyaasi saanso me shola kyo bhadkaata hai
chahat ki jwala me kaahe jalta hai

ui amma ui amma kya karta hai
ladka hoke ladki se kyun darta hai
kuch bole na bole raaze dil na khole
per mujhko hai maalum mujhpe marta hai
ui amma ui amma kya karta hai
ladka hoke ladki se kyun darta hai

Oh, mother, oh mother, what does he do?
A boy, yet from a girl, he cowers, it's true.
Oh, mother, oh mother, what does he do?
A boy, yet from a girl, he cowers, it's true.
He speaks not, reveals not the secrets within,
But I know, I know, my love, on me, he will spin.
Oh, mother, oh mother, what does he do?
A boy, yet from a girl, he cowers, it's true.

A little naive, a little wise,
A fool, yet for me, his heart cries.
A little naive, a little wise,
A fool, yet for me, his heart cries.
Mercy, save me, to tell is a plight,
He knows not to woo, to hold me tight.
A simpleton, unkind, yet he heeds my word,
This lover of mine, my heartbeat unheard.
In secret, he sighs, his longing unfurled,
Oh, mother, oh mother, what does he do?
A boy, yet from a girl, he cowers, it's true.

He stole my sleep, a magic he weaves,
This ailment on me, he believes.
He stole my sleep, a magic he weaves,
This ailment on me, he believes.
How shall my youth now be spent?
How shall I become his life's event?
My unknowing heart, why does he make it burn?
In my thirsty breaths, a flame does he turn?
In the fire of desire, why does he yearn?

Oh, mother, oh mother, what does he do?
A boy, yet from a girl, he cowers, it's true.
He speaks not, reveals not the secrets within,
But I know, I know, my love, on me, he will spin.
Oh, mother, oh mother, what does he do?
A boy, yet from a girl, he cowers, it's true.