| Me say me gone go make a movie over India
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| Plane a where me catch a Indian air-liner
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| Place a where me land that a Amritsar
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| Who meet me no the Prime minister
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| Who a rush me baggage no a fe her father
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| Who kiss me Gandhi daughter
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| Me there in a the country like a big movie star
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| Jump pon a taxi them a call a rikshar
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| Pass Bombay and a Kalistania
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| The people meet me put them hands together
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| Woman in a sari man in pajarma
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| When them meet me them say, «O kith thar naine butchair teek hair»
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| And then the man who me meet a no the producer
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| Make one film with the one Amitabh
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| Make another one with the one Rekha
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| Who sing the song Latham-mageshka
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| Who play the music no Ravi-Shankar
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| Come take it from the youth bare back rider
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| Me chatta pon the mic like you could of never
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| So each and everyone mon come follow me mon
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| Dip you knee cork out you botty
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| The style a where you do are Bhangra jokey
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| Then me pass Bombay and me pass Delhi
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| Me meet me breadin Baldev Singh-jee
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| The two of we together feel hungry
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| Me rice and peas, me no want it
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| Me yam and banana, me no want it
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| Me want fe me meat and me roti
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| Me want me aloo and me gobee
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| Pon the side of me plate me want me chutnee
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| Me want a glass of water they give me parnee
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| Me want a little liqueur no them give me Desi
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| Say in a this a country that a Johnny Walker
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| But where me come from that a fire water
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| Say if you drink that you bound fe suffer
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| Come take it from the youth bareback rider
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| From the elephants trunk no me drink me water
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| You no say this a youth are the Wild Indian
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| Goin' fe tear down the city, goin' fe tear the nation
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| With a bran new style and a bran new pattern
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| So each a everyone come follow fashion
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| Me say dip you knee cork out your bottom
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| This a youth mon me a veteran
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| Listen them style in a translation
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| Say ick, thor, thin that a 1, 2, 3
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| Ura, era, eeri that a A, be, see
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| Me mother’s mother that are me nane
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| Me father’s mother are me thathee
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| Me bigger brother that are me parjee
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| But a fe me sister that are me panjee
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| Your pound and dollar say that a rupee
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| Your firewater me say that a desi
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| You want a glass of water say that a parnee
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| Me want me chalice say that a hookie
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| Me pull out me rizzla and me sensi
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| They say Wild Apache mon you a umalee
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| Come take it from the youth mon fe everybody
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| You no say this a youth have the authority
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| Me play it fe the white, Indian and Yardy
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| So put up your hand if you love Apache mon
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| Put up you hand mon everybody
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| In a bran new pattern and a bran stylee
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| Dip your knee cork out your botty
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| The style a where you do no the Bhangra jokey mon |