kabhi aage kabhi pichhe, kabhi upar kabhi niche
kabhi daye mud jaye, kabhi baye mud jaye
jane kaha kaha mujhe leke chali
jane kaha kaha mujhe leke chali meri laila meri laila
kabhi aage kabhi pichhe, kabhi upar kabhi niche
kabhi daye mud jaye, kabhi baye mud jaye
jane kaha kaha mujhe leke chali
jane kaha kaha mujhe leke chali meri laila meri laila
kabhi aage kabhi pichhe, kabhi upar kabhi niche
kabhi daye mud jaye, kabhi baye mud jaye

laila nam ki taxy ko milte grahak bedhange
jeb me na ho futi kodi kangle bukhe nange
lekin aaj mili kismat se aisi mast sawari, sawari
jis par meter, engine, exelator, breke wari
kabhi aage kabhi pichhe, kabhi upar kabhi niche
kabhi daye mud jaye, kabhi baye mud jaye
jane kaha kaha mujhe leke chali
jane kaha kaha mujhe leke chali meri laila meri laila
kabhi aage kabhi pichhe, kabhi upar kabhi niche
kabhi daye mud jaye, kabhi baye mud jaye

pani or petrol barabar phir kyo ruk gayi laila
samjha sautan kyo baithi is karan ji hai maila
shak ki jaat badi aurat ki kon ise samjhaye, samjhaye
ghoda ghas se pyara kare to bolo kya khaye
kabhi aage kabhi pichhe, kabhi upar kabhi niche
kabhi daye mud jaye, kabhi baye mud jaye
jane kaha kaha mujhe leke chali
jane kaha kaha mujhe leke chali meri laila meri laila
kabhi aage kabhi pichhe, kabhi upar kabhi niche
kabhi daye mud jaye, kabhi baye mud jaye

Forward then back, aloft then below,
Turning right, then left, where does it go?
Where has she taken me, leading my way,
My Laila, my Laila, where do we stray?
Forward then back, aloft then below,
Turning right, then left, where does it go?
Where has she taken me, leading my way,
My Laila, my Laila, where do we stray?
Forward then back, aloft then below,
Turning right, then left, where does it go?

Laila, the taxi, gathers the rough,
Pocket empty, the hungry, the tough.
But fortune has graced me, a ride so grand,
With meter, engine, accelerator, in hand.
Forward then back, aloft then below,
Turning right, then left, where does it go?
Where has she taken me, leading my way,
My Laila, my Laila, where do we stray?
Forward then back, aloft then below,
Turning right, then left, where does it go?

Water and petrol, a balance they find,
Why then, Laila, have you left us behind?
Suspicion's a woman, a stain on the heart,
What can you tell her, tearing us apart?
Forward then back, aloft then below,
Turning right, then left, where does it go?
Where has she taken me, leading my way,
My Laila, my Laila, where do we stray?
Forward then back, aloft then below,
Turning right, then left, where does it go?