kala jaddu kar gai aa
teri ankh sohniye
pura london hilda
hile jo tera lakk sohniye

o mundeya nu maaregi
mundeya nu maaregi
na ave hass sohniye
keda pind shehar tera
tu mainu das sohniye
o lagdi
o lagdi lahore di aa
jis hisaab na hasdi aa
o lagdi punjab di aa
jis hisaab na takdi aa
o lagdi lahore di aa
jis hisaab na hasdi aa
kudi da pata karo
kede pind di aa kede shehar di aa
o lagdi lahore di aa
jis hisaab na hasdi aa
o lagdi punjab di aa
jis hisaab na takdi aa

dilli da nakhra aaa…
style uda wakhra aaaa…
mundeya nu mundeya nu
pagal kar diya
jis hisaab na gal di aa
o lagdi lahore di aa
jis hisaab na hasdi aa
kudi da pata karo
pata karo…pata karo.
pata karo….pata karo
pata karo….pata karo….
kaatil adaawan ton
bachna main chaawan
par bach vi na paawan
ki karaan
sangda rawa main
dil mangda rawa main
par bol bhi na pawa
dilli da nakhra aa
style mera wakhra aa
impress na kadi hai
mainu teri baat sohniye
lakh koshish kar lai par
main na set honiye

tere vass di na main hoon
tere vass di na main hoon
tu kar trust sohniye
hor kuchh baaki kehne ko
to chal dass sohniye
akhiyan naal goli
akhiyan naal goli maardi aa
andaron pyar vi kardi aa
oh lagdi lahore di aa
jis hisaab naa hassdi aa
o lagdi punjab di aa
jis hisaab na takdi aa
kudi da pata karo
pata karo, pata karo
pata karo, pata karo
pata karo, pata karo

Black magic, your eyes, oh lovely one, possess,
London itself trembles, your hips' soft caress.
You'll slay the young men, you'll surely make them fall,
Don't smile so sweetly, tell me, where's your all?
Where's your village, your city, your home, your keep?
You enchant me, lovely, secrets you do sleep.

She seems of Lahore, in the laughter's bright grace,
Of Punjab she seems, in the way that she gazes.
Find out this maiden, her village, her name.

Where's her city, her dwelling, her heart's true claim?
She seems of Lahore, in the laughter's swift flight.
Find out this maiden, find out, with all your might.
I want to be shielded, from these killer charms,
But cannot escape, held within her arms.
A Delhi air, a style so unique,
You won't impress me, your words are weak.
Try your best, darling, with all of your art,
I won't be settled, I'm apart.

I'm not for your holding, you must believe,
Trust me, my darling, don't just grieve.
What else is there to say, speak your mind?
With eyes like bullets, a love you'll find.
She shoots with her glances, her love is within,
She seems of Lahore, where true joys begin,
In the laughter that dances, a radiant gleam.
Find out this maiden, fulfill your dream.