On Eastern express highway
Navratan tel in my hair
Warm smell of theplas
rising up in the air
Up ahead in the distance
I saw a shimmering light
My had grew havy, aney, my sight grew dim
It was Hetal ben I was right!
There she stood on the highway
I heard the ringtone bale
And I was thinking to myself
This could be Phalguni Pathak, not Adele
Then she lit up a metch stick and she showed me the way
There were voices down the corridor
I thote I heard them say…
Welcome to the nite of disco dandiya
Such a lovely place
Such a lovely face
Planty of food at disco dandiya
Nine nights of year, you can find it here
Her mind is gathiya-twisted, she got the healthy thighs
She got a lot of pratty pratty boys, that she calls bhais!
How they do garba in cot yard, switt summer swat
Some go arararara, and some forgat!
So I called Baku fui’s husband
please bring my chaas
he said we havent had that glass since we have nirjal upwaas
End steel those voices are colin froam far hawey!
Wake you up in the middle of ratrau
Just to hear them say…
Welcome to night of disco dandiya
Such a lovely base
Underneath your drase 😉
They shakin it up at disco dandiya
what a nice surprise, bring Rames, Sures bhais!
Mirrors on the ghagra choli
Pink odhni that is supakk nice
Aney she jau we are al just dancer here, wearing zari work on our Levi’s
And then at Ghatkopar samaaj hole,
They gaythered for the feast
They eat it all with gusto
and go back to buffet hole for one more repeat!
Last thing I remember, I was
Running for the loo
I had to wait back
for people to finish before
Relax said Bakul maasa
We are programmed to receive
You can EAT as much as you want
But you cannot just SHEET!