Akbar Jatoi Jalbani is my name
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Driving a Pajero and chilling is my dream
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I’m so rich I can fart out money
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I’ll show you now (fart) see?!
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A gold Rado watch and my black suit is starched
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Girls look at me and say “Ooh la la”
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Hair all set, with oil in it
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Compared to my moustache, yours has failed
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The cool boys always want to hate me
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Cause I get all the cute girls
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Girl, I will make you the princess of Dadu (my village)
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Verssis (Versace) shoes and Armaanri (Armani) sweater
A feudal lord’s son, a feudal lord’s son
I am
a feudal lord’s, a feudal lord’s
High five! Your *** is black
All my results from nursery to grade 10 are fake
I have a different way to impress the ladies
“Come over here I’ll show you a real man”
My dad wants me to become a parliamentary minister
But I want Sharmeela’s younger sister
I have lots of power and control
“Dad can I get my allowance today?”
I have 10 bodyguards who are always ready
Will put a false case on you and put you in prison
Once you’re in jail, you will yell out “NOOO!”
Boy, Saeen (master/sir) is Saeen but even Saeen’s dogs a saeen
Feudal’s son, feudal’s son
I am
Feudal’s son, feudals son
Saeen (master/sir) is Saeen
Even his clothes are saeen
Saeen (master/sir) is Saeen
Even his car’s a saeen
Saeen (master/sir) is Saeen
Even his smokes are saeen
Saeen (master/sir) is Saeen
Even his friends are saeen
Saeen (master/sir) is Saeen
Even Vital Saeens is saeen
Saeen (master/sir) is Saeen
Even his girlfriends a saeen
I swear, its very hot. Somebody get me one glass of lassi (dairy drink), so my heart can cool off (sigh).