Sultans of Swing – Punjabi Version

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You get a shiver in the dark
Its been raining in the park in sector 9
Side of the dhaba you stop and hold everything
A band is playing bhangra over loudspeakers
You feel the ground the shake as dholaks play

You step inside and you see too many faces
Coming in out of the rain to eat a butter naan
You hear the word ‘haddippa’ in so many places
But these guys do it better than Babboo Mann
Way on down south, way on down south bhatinda town!

Check out Bunty Singh, as he goes about doing his thing,
Playing strictly bhangra, he doesnt like those remix songs,
That old, worn out dhol is all he can afford,
When he gets up on the stage to dance and sing.

And Preeto doesn’t mind, if she doesn’t make the scene,
Her Bauji’s got a brand new truck, they’re doing allright,
She can dance the gidda like anything,
Clapping her hands and shaking her hips,
With the paltan, with the paltan of Singhs!

And a crowd of young Jats are fooling around in the corner
Screaming at the waiter, “Phen de takke where’s our makhni daal?”
They don’t give damn about Bunty and his troupe,
They just like those sexy Miss Pooja songs
And then the paltan,
And then the paltan they scream ‘Haddipa!’

And then Bunty’s bauji suddenly calls him on his phone
And Bunty turns white, as Bauji screams,
“Khottay! kaar aake roti te khaa!”
And then he wraps it up with one more thing
“We are the Paltan,
We are the Paltan of Singhs!”

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