daaye lage kabhi baaye lage
naino ki bullet dil pe dhaaye lage, raja
daaye lage kabhi baaye lage
naino ki bullet dil pe dhaaye lage
raja aayi helicopter pe chadhke jawani
kudi parashoot pe na karke manmani
teri band jawaani, teri band jawani
nahi chahiye mujhko teri second hand jawani
teri band jawaani o teri band jawani
nahi chahiye mujhko teri second hand jawani

o meri band jawani, meri band jawani
khabro ke college ka main professor hu baby
ayyashi ke computer ka processor hu baby
khabro ke college ka main professor hu baby
ayyashi ke computer ka processor hu baby
o raja hogi gadhi jo bhi hogi teri deewani
jitna kameena tu main utni sayaani
meri band jawaani o meri band jawani
o lambi race ki hai ghodhi second hand jawani
o teri band jawaani, teri band jawaani
nahi chahiye mujhko teri, second hand jawani

yu meri jawani pe jo ungli uthaaye
khudki khali taxi me kitne bithaye
yu meri jawani pe jo ungli uthaaye
khudki khali taxi me kitne bithaye
o ja ja radio pe teri mashhoor kahani
duniya sunegi ab ye aakashwani
teri band jawani o teri band jawani
nahi chahiye mujhko teri second hand jawani
meri band jawani o meri band jawaani
o lambi race ki hai ghodhi second hand jawani
teri band jawani o teri band jawani
ha ha chahiye mujhko teri second hand jawani haye

Right it stings, then left it stings,
The eyes’ bullets, to the heart they cling, oh king.
Right it stings, then left it stings,
The eyes’ bullets, to the heart they cling.
My youth, it came on a helicopter's flight,
A girl parachutes, not yielding to your plight.
Your worn-out youth, your worn-out youth,
I don’t want your second-hand youth.
Your worn-out youth, oh your worn-out youth,
I don’t want your second-hand youth.

Oh my fresh youth, my fresh youth,
I am the professor of news, baby,
The processor of a computer of pleasure, baby.
I am the professor of news, baby,
The processor of a computer of pleasure, baby.
Oh, a fool she'll be, your devotee,
As cunning as you, I am wiser, you see.
My fresh youth, oh my fresh youth,
A long-distance race, is second-hand youth.
Your worn-out youth, your worn-out youth,
I don’t want your second-hand youth.

If you point a finger at my vibrant bloom,
How many have you seated in your empty room?
If you point a finger at my vibrant bloom,
How many have you seated in your empty room?
Go, go, your famous story on the airwaves you’ll play,
The world will listen to this broadcast today.
Your worn-out youth, your worn-out youth,
I don’t want your second-hand youth.
My fresh youth, oh my fresh youth,
A long-distance race, is second-hand youth.
Your worn-out youth, your worn-out youth,
Yes, yes, I want your second-hand youth, ah!