ladkiya ke dil me jisne dala tha daka
mohabbat se duniya unko kehti thi kaka
wo bollywood ke bane supar star
limi sekret astrt for d waar
kaka tol pushpa i hate tears
kaka tol pushpa i hate tears
kaka tol pushpa i hate tears
kaka tol pushpa i hate tears

hollywood me baat faili kaiti pairi anjli ne
dono bairi peli peli peli
ghumne aaye india me milkar gaye mp beli
puchh rahe the sabse kaha jaye raat me parti kare
teksi drivar mila unko leke gaya disko
anjli ne baaut karke bole paji kisko
baar me tha ras aawar baitha tha waha bebi dawar
dono pine lage biyar sath me karne lage chiyar
yaad aa gaya to yu s seme kya kya bolti thi
vidmis dear
yaad aa gaya to yu s seme kya kya bolti thi
vidmis dear
kaka tol pushpa i hate tears
kaka tol pushpa i hate tears
kaka tol pushpa i hate tears
kaka tol pushpa i hate tears
pushpa i hate tears
pushpa i hate tears

papular ji ke baat karege to kaka jaisa duniya me
star nahi babu mosayi kahne wala inke jaisa
andaj nahi nazre aesi dil pe mare teer
mujhe mere pasand ke kheer mere sapno ki rani kab
aayegi tu aayi rut mastani kab aayegi tu
bit jaye jindgani kab aayegi tu
chali aa chali aa chali aa chali aa
parti me jane se pehle ye soch ke jana
nachane gane khane pine me tu nevar ghabrana
khol ke tu tamasha rakhana apne dono year
yu s si me kya bolti thi bretis biyar
kaka tol pushpa i hate tears
kaka tol pushpa i hate tears
kaka tol pushpa i hate tears
kaka tol pushpa i hate tears
pushpa i hate tears pushpa i hate tears
pushpa i hate tears re

He, who plundered maiden hearts,
The world called "Kaka," love's dark arts.
Bollywood's first supernova bright,
From Limi's secret, started the fight.
Kaka told, "Pushpa, I hate tears,"
Kaka told, "Pushpa, I hate tears,"
Kaka told, "Pushpa, I hate tears,"
Kaka told, "Pushpa, I hate tears."

Hollywood whispers, Katy Perry's plea,
Anjali's dance, for all to see.
Two foes now, intertwined and bold,
Met in India, a story told.
MP Belly, they sought a night's embrace,
Where to party, in time and space?
A taxi guide, a disco's gleam,
Anjali's challenge, a whispered dream.
A bar's rush, a baby's soft delight,
Drinking beer, in the fading light.
Memories surface, from across the sea,
"Widmiss, dear," what once used to be.
Memories surface, from across the sea,
"Widmiss, dear," what once used to be.
Kaka told, "Pushpa, I hate tears,"
Kaka told, "Pushpa, I hate tears,"
Kaka told, "Pushpa, I hate tears,"
Kaka told, "Pushpa, I hate tears."
Pushpa, I hate tears,
Pushpa, I hate tears.

Popular, like Kaka's grace,
No star shines brighter, time and space.
"Babumoshai," his unique refrain,
Arrows of the heart, a lover's pain.
My chosen dessert, my heart's desire,
When will my queen ignite the fire?
When will the season of joy unfold?
Life's fleeting moments, stories told.
Come, come, come, come, come near,
Before the party, conquer fear.
Dance, sing, feast, without a sigh,
Open your ears to hear the sky.
From across the sea, the words they'd share,
British beer, beyond compare.
Kaka told, "Pushpa, I hate tears,"
Kaka told, "Pushpa, I hate tears,"
Kaka told, "Pushpa, I hate tears,"
Kaka told, "Pushpa, I hate tears."
Pushpa, I hate tears, Pushpa, I hate tears,
Pushpa, I hate tears, oh...